This will not seem like a risk to most people, but its more than extraordinary to me. Today was the first time in years that I wore a belt. For so long I thought I was too fat to wear a belt. I believed wearing a belt made my stomach, the fattest part of my body, even larger. I avoided the accessory at all costs. You could hand me the most beautiful dress in the world, and I would instantly place it back on the rack if it came with a belt.
Now, at the age of 25, I am finally learning to love my body and embrace the once feared accessory. I still have a fat stomach with an ever-present muffin top, but why should that stop me from looking and feeling great about myself? I took a leap of faith by purchasing my first belt since childhood, but perhaps the greatest and most rewarding risk we can all take is to love ourselves unconditionally. I'm willing to take that chance, are you?