Cellulite. Ugh. I HATE cellulite. For me, it’s been the cause of the constant negative thoughts I’ve had about my body for more than a decade.
I’m 5’8″, 136 lbs and 30 years old. I’ve had cellulite since I was 14. I’ve had it when I was 10 lbs lighter, when I was 10 lbs heavier, when I ate crap, when I ate squeaky clean, when I was sedentary and when I worked out like crazy. I have it now and probably always will. AND IT DRIVES ME CRAZY. It also makes me feel insecure, embarrassed, sad and even anxious at times. I know you’re thinking, “Seriously girl? Get a grip. Dimply thighs are nothing to lose sleep over.” I’ve told myself this a thousand times, but for some reason, I can’t let it go.
My body is imperfect and so is everyone else’s. I know that. But I can’t help but wish for all of my cellulite to disappear. I tell myself that I would be completely happy with the way I’d look if it were gone. But deep down, I know that’s not true. Because, when it really comes down to it, it’s not the cellulite that’s the problem; it’s me. It’s my mentality about myself and my looks and the amount of importance I’ve placed on something that absolutely doesn’t matter.
So I don’t need liposuction; I need an attitude adjustment. I need to realize that NO ONE cares as much about my imperfections as I do. I need to remember that there are much bigger things to be concerned with than my looks. And I need to be grateful for being given the absolutely amazing gift of having a body that is strong, healthy and can do some badass things in the weight room. So if the biggest thing that I have to complain about at the end of the day is some damn cellulite, I need to consider myself extremely lucky.