Think about it. Without acceptance, you’ll always see yourself as half-done, half-worthy, half-capable. You’ll live in a cycle of “when I fix this, then I’ll be enough.”
For me, there was a season I stayed indoors for years. I told myself it was because I was working remotely, but the truth was deeper. I had gained weight. I didn’t like looking in the mirror. My clothes didn’t fit the way they used to, and instead of dealing with that, I created tiny excuses here and there, reasons to avoid people, reasons to hide, reasons to stay small.
But here’s what I learned: the weight wasn’t the problem. The mirror wasn’t the problem. My clothes weren’t the problem. The real issue was my lack of acceptance. The day I chose to embrace myself, body, journey, and all, everything changed. I didn’t suddenly drop the weight overnight. What I dropped was the shame. And with it, I found freedom.
And here’s the best part: since accepting my body, I’ve been able to focus on what truly matters: my health. I’ve learned to keep my BMI low and my weight steady, slowly but steadily, not from a place of punishment, but from a place of love. That’s what acceptance does: it doesn’t trap you, it frees you to grow in ways that last.
Acceptance doesn’t mean you stop growing. It means you recognise that even in your unfinished state, you are already whole. Growth becomes an act of expression, not repair.
It is your most prized possession because no one can give it to you, and no one can take it from you. It’s not dependent on people’s approval, applause, or validation. It is yours.
When you hold acceptance, you hold freedom.
When you hold acceptance, you hold peace.
When you hold acceptance, you hold the courage to become.
