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Hey sister.

Wear the shorts.

I know, I know . . . 

You see the dimples and the cellulite.

Who cares.

Wear the shorts.

Hey sister.

Wear the sports bra.

I know, I know.

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You see the less than perfect abs.

You see the rolls.

Who cares.

Wear the sports bra.

Hey sister.

Wear the whatever.

I know, I know.

You see the imperfections.

You see the curves.

You see the scars.

You see the older more wrinkled more mature version of yourself.

Who cares.

Wear the whatever.

But hey, sister.

I see the beautiful you.

And I see a woman who deserves to feel beautiful in whatever she chooses to wear.

Confidence looks beautiful on you, sis.

Wear it proudly.

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And when I see you show up, confidently, as yourself, I will be the girl to cheer you on and tell you that confidence looks gorgeous on you.

Wear it, sister.

Own it, imperfectly, beautifully.

Just wear it.

This article originally appeared on Facebook

Katy Ursta

Hey all!  I am Katy Ursta married to my college sweetheart for 12 years, a mom of two boys, and a stage four cancer survivor. I started writing as a way of coping with my diagnosis, but found the more I shared about cancer, the more universal cancer became, and the more connected I felt to others and the less isolated I felt through the struggle.  I own a virtual health and wellness company and commit to helping my clients find a deeper motivation to fight for their own health. 
When I am not in the stands of my sons' hockey games, I am usually found folding the never ending piles of laundry, looking for the matching sock, breaking up hockey fights, or (let's just be honest) with my hand buried in the bag of chocolate, asking the question, "what do you want for dinner?"  You can find more of my work on instagram @katy_ursta or on my website, katyursta.com

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