Mirror work. Learning every day that my softness isn't a flaw I need to come to terms with; the parts of my body that I still to this day have a love/hate relationship with—I can simply be with them; that the shape of my reflection doesn't determine the quality of my day, the measure of my enjoyment, or the value of my existence.
My body is mine and mine alone, and while I put in work to cultivate a loving and peaceful relationship with it, I know that even on days when I fail, or struggle, it will always be there for me. Waiting for me to try again. •
No makeup, no filters, no fotoshop, no funny business.