"To Change Your Body, You Must First Change Your Mind."
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“Who cares about perfection? The moon isn’t perfect either, it’s full of craters… What about the sea? It’s too salty and dark in the deep.The sky? Always so infinite, Meaning the most beautiful things are not perfect. They are special, just as every woman and man. Every person chooses who is “special” in their life.Stop wanting to be “perfect,” Try being free and living and doing what you like, Without wanting to be like others.”
I used to hide. I used to be the one who wouldn’t dare show a scar, stretch mark, or blemish. I was ashamed and thought I didn’t measure up to what society deemed as beautiful.
I wouldn’t put on shorts, a shirt like the one that is pictured and heaven forbid a swimsuit.
Life happened. I grew up. I realized that every part of me is beautiful from my kinky fro to my mommy marks that carried the weight of my four children. I did that, and I have the award of child birth to prove it and I wouldn’t change a thing. I’d do it all again.
The scars that appear on my body were because I was living in some capacity. I played football with my cousins. I played basketball, ran track, and I fell off my bike and oh, I was and still am clumsy. I am allergic to bug bites, and I’m second grade I was covered with a hideous rash that left proof that they were there because I scratched every one of them. Yikes.
Oh, and beyond the battle scars of the playground and the basketball court, once upon a time, I was in relationships that did nothing to build my self esteem. In fact, I was mentally, and physically abused… and ashamed that I allowed it to happen.
Yeah, life happened and I woke up! It took me a minute, but I’m in it to win it and if that means you will see the imperfect me—then that’s PERFECT, because I LOVE ME SOME ME.
I am Blissfully Royal (Happy to be Queen). I don’t live with regrets. I’ve had heartache and pain and I survived when I wanted to die after the death of my daughter.
It took a minute. It took some self reflection. It took some years, and prayers and, lots of conversations with Jesus, and I made it. I’m still here. I am still here…and this is what you get and what you see. TAKE ME AS I AM—
I am HAPPY. BALANCED. PURPOSED. And BLISSFULLY WAISTED!!!!!!🧡💙💜👑
I’m Genine LaTrice Perez, and I’m done typing….
P.S. Not bad for 51! That part!
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