No, I do not need to tape my stomach


I remember taping my stomach when I was in my late teens to cover my b-shaped belly.


Masking tape.


Took it and wrapped it around. Over and over. Tighter and tighter. For just a few minutes, I felt free from what I thought were the shackles of my imperfect body.


All I wanted was for it to be flat, I used to think to myself. Is that so much to ask?


Even though my stomach was flat in those moments, I still felt like a fraud. I knew it was just tape and soon enough, I’d have to remove it. And under it, regardless of how long it was left on, was my imperfect belly.


The things I used to do to hide myself. This was just one of them.


I look back now on those days and I get angry.


Angry at the world that made me feel like I needed tape my body to achieve what it said I needed to have. Flatness. Thinness. Perfection.


And finally, a sigh of relief. That I no longer feel prisoner to those methods.


And while not every day I’m totally vibing with my belly, on those days I can at least accept it, smile and move on. No more tape required.

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