Such a huge part of body acceptance is grieving your 'fantasy body'.
You know the one - the one you've had as a poster in your mind forevs. Your 'dream body' when all your problems will disappear!
I know how it feels to daydream over transformation photos wishing (more than anything) to look like that.
Imagining a future when you'll be thin/toned/sculpted and be able to frolic naked free from insecurity. Or buying clothes too small as 'motivation' for your future body. Ugh. These days need to stop.
It’s time to let it go.
Easier said than done though right?