I wonder when it happened.
When did I stop staring at myself in the mirror hating my reflection?
When did I stop overanalyzing pictures that were taken of me?
When did I stop wishing that I could change everything about myself?
When did I stop caring about my “flaws”?
When did I stop letting others tell me how I should look or feel?
Whenever it stopped, I am grateful for it.
I do not remember the moment all I know is that I am happier now.
That moment when I stopped critiquing myself.
Stopped trying to fit the standards of others.
Stopped trying to change myself.
That moment is when I finally felt free.
I hope that it lasts forever.
And I hope everyone has that moment where it all changes.
A moment that they cannot remember but will be forever grateful for.