Self-Love is a Never-Ending Journey

You just have to show up.

Photo by Bethany Cirlincione on Unsplash

I didn’t care about how I looked until I was in middle school — eighth grade, to be exact.

I remember sitting on the blacktop, in my P.E. uniform, waiting for Coach Moreno to come out. My legs were stretched out, exposed.

One of what we would call “popular girls” sat beside me, and started making fun of my…