I thought I was buying something for cellulite...
What I actually wanted was much simpler.
Something to stop checking the length of my shorts..
To stop positioning myself in photos...
To stop packing the cover-up first...
To stop spending money on products that ended up in the drawer...
And to stop treating my body like something I had to fight...
A few weeks after I started, I saw the navy dress again.
Normally, I would have reached for something longer.
This time, I put it on.
Looked in the mirror once.
Grabbed my bag.
And left.
I wore it.
Not because my legs were perfect.
Because for once...
they weren’t the first thing I thought about.