Although my depression still hits, although my anger has won, and although my physical well-being is at its worst: I have improved in one special thing.

For so long, I fought a battle with my body. I believed in finding self-love and confidence, and that it somehow had to do with body positivity.

I’m actually so through with that bullshit that I hate to even revisit that, but I’m glad to say that I don’t give a crap about my body! I don’t care to hide it, care to show it, I don’t care what people think of it. I don’t need validation. I don’t see myself as a before in a diet progress shot. I don’t think that what I eat will affect how I look and what people will think of me.

What got me there was the idea that our bodies aren’t important. They are shells for our souls. You don’t get to decide what you look like, so why bother with it. I believe the best way to defeat insecurity is to give up focusing on it entirely. Give up the idea of beauty. Nobody needs to be beautiful. Nobody needs to care about looks. The only thing you should concern yourself with is who you are inside.