I may not be the skinniest girl in the world but for once in my life, I am fully content and happy with myself and my body. For years I was trapped in OCD and anorexic ways. Every second of everyday was spent counting calories, contemplating my next workout, and looking in horror at my image in the mirror. Over the course of a few years, I have slowly embraced my image; glasses, frizzy hair, muscular legs, and not flat stomach. The number on the scale no longer matters to me. As long as I’m eating well, staying active, and being healthy, I know I am beautiful.