I LOVE my Adult Body with varicose veins on my legs that imitate a Picasso tatoo artist cellulose shamelessly showing through my dance pants silver hair on my head and on my ... As a 2 year old Adult: I choose to love my body as it is. (Media's definition of female beauty is BULLSHIT.) I choose to enjoy sensations of wiggle, squirm, shake and purr. (Sexual and sensual freedom & discernment reigns!) I choose to exude my beauty and perfection. (Age-ism and gender-ism no longer have authority over me.) Okay. I confess. What did it take to love my body?