My father passed away when I was too young to really know him- or to know what that even meant. The only thing I share with him besides my DNA is my smile, and how I cry-laugh whenever I think something is even remotely funny. As a kid I really hated my smile, hated how when I show my teeth my ‘fat’ dimples practically close my eyes. I was ridiculed as a kid- even by an ex boyfriend- I can’t take a ‘good’ smiling picture. But my mom always smiles & holds her hands to her chest when I start laughing because I am ‘JUST like my father’. Even when I was young I had these thick thighs that I hated too. When my sister was hit by a car she had to relearn all basic human functions including walking on her very atrophied,recently broken legs. These thick thighs allowed me to give her piggy back rides when it was too much for her. I stopped hating them then, not with powerlifting. What I’m getting at here is that even our ‘flaws’ can be really incredible things. Sometimes it’s important to reco...