Body dysmorphia is such a mf problem in this society. It blows my mind every day how distorted our perception becomes. I struggle sometimes and today I want to celebrate this awesome meat-sack and send those beautiful cells gratitude as they do their magic. I used to sit on the toilet as a child, holding my fat just like so, asking, "Why me?". All my friends were thin and beautiful and I didn't understand why I had to be the chubby one. The one that was overlooked and ignored. I spent most of my life hating and destroying myself because I can never and will never be who this world asks me daily to be. I have stretch marks all over my tummy. I've watched them make a place for themselves over the years due to CONSTANT and extremely uncomfortable bloating and inflammation. Those precious marks to remind me that I'm a fucking warrior. I've accepted the role of spirit guide to my body as it makes its journey through this insane reality. I have no more room in my heart for perpetuating bullshit stories such as- I have to wear make up to feel confident and badass or to get respect from men, or, I have to have the right clothes to show off my curves, to exhibit my femininity. Fuuucking lies. And FUCK the male gaze. Why do I feel the need to post pictures of my body on social media? Because I want to be who I needed when I was young. Because I'm giving myself permission to feel sexy even when I'm an absolute dork. Because it helps me process my gender fluidity. Because I am so fucking thankful to have a functioning body. Because it helps me reframe my self-image into something REAL. Without the fucking bells and whistles I can be who I need me to be. This matters. My story matters. And so does yours when you're ready to share it. I'll continue to share mine piece by piece.
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