A Love Letter to my Cellulite

My dear cellulite (a.k.a amor de mis amores),

I’ve been cruel to you. I have treated you like the worst feature on my body and I’m really sorry for that. I’m sorry for being ashamed of you and trying to hide you whenever I’m publicly wearing shorts or a mini skirt. I’m sorry for greeting you every morning with frowns and tough grabs instead of with smiles and gentle touches.

You may not be smooth, but you are real and you are part of me. That alone is reason for me to love and embrace you. I’m not saying I’m going to stop eating healthy, working out, or massaging my thighs with coffee grounds. I’m just saying that I’m going to be kinder to you throughout the process.


Read more of this love letter on HipLatina, written by our gal Johanna. 

You might have read some of her works here and here.