Loving yourself was a journey, one that had its ups and downs. Every day was a struggle when you were constantly reminded that your body didn’t fit society’s standards. Avery pinched her ass cheek between her fingers. Some days were easier than others. On those ones, she could look at herself in the mirror and think So what if my belly isn’t toned? Or my thighs are full of stretch marks? “They are the map of your body’s history,” her grandma used to say. “Be kind to yourself.”
