How do you love your body when it feels impossible to do?

Let's rewind 3 years and go back to a day where I was trying on clothes in a changing room with unforgiving florescent lighting. The mirrors had a clever (or horrible) positioning so that you could see every angle of your body including the back and sides. I could see every ripple of cellulite and every bulge of fat from the pressure of my bra and pants as I stood there. I loathed what I saw. To be dramatic about it, let me paint a visual: If hate was visible, there would have been radioactive rays going from my eyes to my body. I was staring at myself with hate, wishing my cellulite would just go away. Wishing that I could just slice off the fat that was packed to my body prompting my curves... This was just one of the thousands of times that I felt so much hate towards every single part of my body. During these times, self-love felt so far away. It wasn't tangible. It wasn't even something on my mind. Now let's fast forward a bit to my healing journey...