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Let me be honest for a second… I’ve spent YEARS fighting my body. Dieting. Judging myself. Sucking in my stomach like it’s a full time job. Comparing myself to versions of me I don’t even remember anymore.

But one day I woke up and said: “No baby… I’m DONE fighting the woman who’s been fighting for me.”

Because let’s be real: my butt is flat, soft, humble, low sitting, and unbothered. She’s not a bubble butt. Not a gym butt. Not a BBL butt. She’s a grown woman,She’s a Lived through some things butt. And honestly? She’s adorable. Cute. Practical. Mindful. She sits DOWN … literally.

Why did I ever act ashamed? Who decided booties need to be round? Show me the law. The rulebook. The reference manual. Exactly , it doesn’t exist.

If my butt wants to be a tiny pancake, baby… let her be delicious.

Now let’s talk boobs.

My boobs have EXPERIENCED life. They’ve SEEN things. They’re big, heavy, soft, low, relaxed, and minding their business. Gravity said “come here girl,” and my boobs said, “okay.”

I used to think I needed a reduction, a lift, SOME kind of intervention. But for who? For what? To impress who exactly? My bills don’t care. My spirit doesn’t care. And the right man will not run.

Society acts like boobs belong in heaven never hanging out on earth with the rest of us. Why? For what? Instagram? Baby, please.

I realized something important: my breasts are sexy BECAUSE they’re lived in, soft, grown, natural, and real. They’re woman. They’re me.

So for now, I’m accepting them exactly as they are: big, soft, experienced, lived in, and slightly exhausted just like me.

And honestly? On my 10 good days a month, I look in the mirror and think: “Damn, I’m a fine ass woman.” A whole meal. A whole vibe. A whole soft spicy goddess.

And on my NOT good days? At least I smell expensive. Perfume solves half my problems.

I’m done dieting. Done hating my stomach. Done fighting my thighs. Done apologizing for the body that carried me through trauma, heartbreak, motherhood, stress, perimenopause, and anxiety and STILL looks good in a dress.

I’m choosing softness. Grace. Rest. Comfort. Desserts. Warm food. Big shirts. Stretchy leggings. Silk robes. Fragrance. Hot showers. Naps.

I’m choosing ME.

Not the version society wants. Not the version from years ago. Not the version “I could be if I just…”

But the version I AM soft, strong, delicious, grown, real, woman.

Choosing ME is a blessing. A miracle. A flex.

So I’m choosing softness over suffering. Comfort over shame. Grace over guilt. Warm food over fear. Rest over restriction. Love over punishment.

I’m choosing ME the real me, the grown me, the soft me, the hormonal me, the tired me, the sexy me, the moody me, the woman I actually AM.

On my good days? I’m the full buffet.

On my bad days? I’m still a snack.

Either way? I’m Shar. And Shar is THAT woman.

love Shar

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