Many people, especially women, struggle with body image at some point in their life. Whether it’s as a teen, as an adult fresh out of college or someone who just doesn’t feel like things are looking like they’re “supposed to,” it can be a difficult obstacle to overcome. Either way, it’s your body. Some people “fix it” by gaining or losing weight, some people get braces, some people get plastic surgery, and some people find a way to cover it up or just move on.

However, you deal with it, it takes a toll on the body and mind. At least that’s how it feels for me.

I follow several brave women who talk about positive body image on social media. They are models, photographers and moms — some are all three. They have some busy schedules from what I have gathered. Yet for some strange reason, we as a society decide we can judge these women and others by their social feed, which includes their body.

I have always been — or at least I have always felt like — I have been plus size, curvy, heavy, fat, XXL — whatever word you choose to describe the size of my body. I’m not unhealthy. I eat my fair share of greens and good food; I also indulge in my fair share of eating out, as most people do. Like many people, I have an office job with makes for a pretty stagnant day, and don’t prioritize exercising when I get home. That last part is on me, and I’m well aware of it. It’s a work in progress.

I do celebrate my many little achievements. I am to the point I drink mostly water, with a caffeinated beverage here and there for a treat. Two treats this week. I make a conscious effort to try and walk 250 steps an hour, mostly because the piece of technology on my wrist yells at me. But, I always feel stoked at that achievement.

That’s the synopsis of my story, but I’m not done with it. I have just started my journey, and I continue to try to be healthy, whether I’m 120 pounds or 300 pounds.

I feel like my little successes have been possible because of the people I surround myself with, whether it’s in person or online. The positivity is contagious! And, even though each of our paths are different, I appreciate all of them. We all have good days and bad days and moments of weakness that we feel like will surely ruin us. Keep your resolve, you can do it.

I finished writing this with some Zingers on my desk from the vending machine. Good luck to everyone on their journey to loving themselves, and being comfortable in your own skin.