The video below includes harsh language, but you get the point (I hope).

I consider myself lucky to have grown up in a household where I was never made to feel self-conscious about the way that I looked. I did not have anything closely relating to a nuclear family, but I'm thankful for the family structure that we did have. I don't remember growing up and thinking I was beautiful, or even pretty. Just like most girls, I longed to be thinner, have longer hair or just be someone who I clearly was not.

What time has taught me, that youth often can not, is that you have control over you. You get to be the director of the movie that is your life. It's the role of a lifetime, your lifetime. If you spend your life hating who you are, you're just wasting time. I'm not saying that I don't have days where no matter what I wear, or what I do – it's just not happening, but at the end of the day – I like myself and I think that you should like you too.

If you want to change, change. You have the right to do that. You can make edits to your life – that's what is so great about being you. Know that you are valuable, know that you are worth caring about, know that no matter what size package you come in – it REALLY is the inside that counts. Look in the mirror and tell yourself I love you. Really. Do that. Write a list of things you love about yourself and keep adding to it. Send someone a letter and tell them what you like about them (thanks Crystal!).

Lead with love. Project confidence. Smile. We only get to be here for a short while, too short of a time to waste on worrying about the number inside of our pants. There is life to be lived. Live it.