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I've always had a hard time with my body image, and today I sort of hit a height of it, not really for any reason in particular. I remembered how, when Brye's Diet Culture first dropped, friends of mine made jokes about how they felt the song was annoying and over-dramatic. (And I know their worst fear is to look like me/And that fact makes me want to kill somebody.) I remembered how invisible that made me feel, to hear a song that so perfectly encapsulated my struggles, fears, and journey of growth be dismissed like that. I guess I just wanted to paint? I did this very quickly and if you look too closely you can absolutely tell, but it did make me feel a lot better. It was a weird feeling, to look at a painting I was making of a body I've hated for so long and truly feel, in my heart, that it was beautiful. (I'm taking up the space that is rightfully mine.)

There's nothing wrong with my body/"Fat" is not a dirty word/If my body tells me something/I will make sure it is heard/If my body is a vessel/I will give it what it needs.