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we can’t hate ourselves into a version of ourselves we can love.

I forgive myself for having believed for so long that I was never enough. I forgive myself for setting unrealistic expectations on my body. I forgive myself for ever comparing my body to the photoshopped world we live in. I forgive myself for ever letting “wow, I’ll never be able to look like that”, cross my mind. And I accept my apology by living every day knowing I am more than enough, and in fact I am everything I need to be. I am worth more than my trivial doubts. I am beyond my own distorted recognition. I am magnificently unique. I have a solicitous soul. I have a fruitful mind. I have a curvaceous body. I have wisdom beyond my years. I have kindness that fills a room. I am beautiful, and that my dears is deeper than skin. It is how I treat others. My beauty resides in my character. The one thing that was not beautiful about myself was being unable to recognize this beauty so long ago. There are days when this idea is a personal struggle because of this societal notion that I should be more. Each morning I silence that doubt because I know I am more than that. I am more than a manipulated and manufactured look that I think I should have. I am confident in my abilities, and am learning to love my body and features for what they are and not what others think they should be. I am stitched together by an hourglass frame, with stretch marks, and parts of me with cellulite. I have places of extra me to go around, if you know what I mean. At the end of the day, I love me no matter what. Every flaw, every marking, every dimple, every excess made evident when I sit in an unflattering angle - I am far from perfect - I am human, but that does not make me any less than extraordinary. I am 135 pounds of wonderful and that is just fine with me!

If you lose my trust, don’t expect that shit to come back