When I look back at pictures of me from years ago, I have two thoughts. First, I think, “Oh, what a lovely, spirited girl I was.” The second? How sad that I didn’t know it and was riddled by body hatred. The gift of hindsight is so powerful. Just a few years or a decade from now, you’ll look back at that picture you didn’t want to have taken with such true eyes and think, “Oh, honey, I am so sorry you didn’t know how special you were and that you were so worried about something as silly as weight or gray hairs or what you had on.”