I’m a hypocrite.
I’m a hypocrite if I make posts and preach about accepting & loving your body through every phase of life, if i don’t love mine. While I don’t feel the need to prove that I love my body to anyone, here it is.
I got tired.
I got tired of never feeling like I was good enough. I got tired of waking up every day standing in front of the mirror and picking myself apart. I got tired of looking back at old pictures of me, at the best angles, in my prime and saying wow I wish I had lived in that moment.
See when my body was at it’s “aesthetic prime” I was still self-conscious, insecure, and very particular about what I would wear out in public. Bikinis, they would happen but not without 1 million insecure thoughts raining in my head the entire time.
Sometime in 2017, I switched my thinking.
Instead of waking up every day looking at myself and focusing on what I hated, I decided to start waking up look at myself and start telling myself what I loved.
I’ve found that waking up every day, feelin’ yo self is a much easier way to go though life. It’s truly the only way to live. 👸🏻
I don’t ever want to look back at a picture of me and regret not living in that moment. Never again. I encourage you to do the same.