Growing up I was always considered the “fat girl.” As an adult, I am still considered fat and I’m OKAY with that BUT I still body shame my own damn self.
It took me a few years (alright 20 something) to appreciate what I have, what I always thought was never good enough and what I still, on occasion think is hideous.
This is just part of me, peeling away the layers of my insecurity. It’s cathartic and terrifying. I hope you can appreciate it as much as I do. And even if you don’t, it’s alright. I got thick skin 🖕🏽
Peace and Love
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