Cellulite is a tricky thing, isn’t it? It doesn’t just plague us fat folk but somehow its been pushed on us as another thing to hate about our bodies. I’d be lying if I said I love my cellulite all the time. In fact, I’d be hard-pressed to even say that I love my cellulite. Yet here I am, exposing my dimpled derrière and thighs to all those who stumble upon my page. And why? Because I’m learning to be not so afraid of something so innocent and harmless.
Everything gets cellulite, I don’t care who you are! Its so harmless yet portrayed as one of thee most ugly things a person can have. Why? Really, just ask yourself, why? Dimples are cute, butts and thighs are cute. Put the two together and you’ve got extra cuteness, right? But in all seriousness, this madness has to end. We need to stop picking apart every inch of our bodies just to find reasons to hate ourselves. My body, your body and your neighbour’s body is the only one they’ll ever have. Its the only one that’ll experience its first crush, the joys of digging into a late night snack, swimming in the ocean on a blazing hot summer day. Its the only one that’ll continue to fascinate you and keep you around to experience all the amazing things in life. To hate it, to really hate and loathe it over something so simple is remarkably pointless. I’m not asking you to expose your behind the same way I have done but what I am suggesting is a little reconsideration. Remove all other opinion and just look.