We survived the toxic diet culture of the 80s and 90s, and we refuse to spend midlife stressing over getting 'bikini ready.' My summer body is just my regular body in a much lighter, breathable fabric. Here is why we are officially resigning from seasonal body panic and unapologetically taking up space this summer.

I stood in my closet fighting with a rigid pair of jeans and realized: I am done squeezing into a version of myself that no longer exists. Society says zippers mean you're 'put together,' but I say true power is being able to breathe while sitting down. Here is my official breakup letter to hard pants—and your permission slip to embrace the elastic.