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I remember my first time at the beach like it was yesterday. I was a young girl, and I had never seen the ocean before. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was mesmerizing, and I couldn't help but feel drawn to the water. My parents let me play in the shallow end for hours, and I spent my time building sandcastles and collecting seashells.
As I got older, I began to notice that people were starting to stare at me when we went to the beach together as a family. At first, I thought it was just because of how beautiful the scenery was, but then I realized they were staring at me. My mom would tell me not to worry about it and that it didn't matter what other people thought, but I couldn't shake off this feeling of self-consciousness.
Years went by, and I grew into my body and learned to accept myself for who I am. The stares from strangers started to fade away as I became more confident in my own skin. But even now, whenever we go back to the beach together with our family, I can still feel a little bit of that self-consciousness creeping up every so often.
I had always wanted to be one of those women who could rock a bathing suit with confidence, but it seemed like no matter how much I practiced or how many times my mom reassured me that I was beautiful, the feeling never truly went away. And then one day, I realized that maybe I
