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Why I’ve Stopped Stressing About My Cellulite (& Started Wearing Whatever I Want)

Swimsuit shopping is the WORST.

Last year I was out browsing for things like a bathing suit that was neither matronly or obscene and summer shorts that were lightweight but not see-through, when I had a revelation. I was standing in the fitting room, staring at my reflection under in unflattering fluorescent light, wrinkling my nose.

“I’m fat,” I thought to myself. “I’m…

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