They told me it would happen but I didn’t really believe it. They told me someday I’d look back at the visual of my life and realize I was WAY too critical of myself. I would wish I was as thin now as I was back then. They told me I would realize someday that my hips were fine, my hair was healthy, my youth was wasted on the young version of myself who, at times, couldn’t get out of her own way. I would spend entirely too much time breaking down my imperfections rather than complimenting the things I liked about myself. No other experience brings this more to…