What you shared really resonated with me, because I’ve been on the other side of that same experience. Growing up, I was constantly told I was too big, not by strangers, but by people I love. And that stayed with me for years. I have pictures of myself at 18, 25, looking back now I can see how beautiful I was. But in those moments? I didn’t feel it. I didn’t love on my body the way it deserved, because those comments had already done their work. I’ve also lived in different countries, and I’ve noticed how much beauty standards shift depending on where you are. In some places, my body is “too much.” In others, I’m voluptuous and gorgeous. That alone taught me how arbitrary it all is, and how important it is to cut the noise. So I completely understand feeling disregarded when someone says “but you’re already beautiful, why change anything?” even when it comes from love. Because it can erase the goals you have for yourself. Your goals are valid. Full stop. What I’ve come to believe is this: we need to learn to love our bodies in every phase. Not make one version of ourselves the benchmark. Not spend our 25-year-old body wishing for our 20-year-old body, or punish our post-pregnancy body for not snapping back. Love the body you’re in today, love the one you’re working toward, and go back and love the ones you’ve already had too. It’s constant work. Some seasons are harder than others. But it’s so worth it because when you get there, even partially, you stop hiding. You start showing up.