Body shame/trauma part 1:
The insecure and scared me years ago would have never posted these pictures and if I did, I would have made sure to Photoshop all my freckles and moles out, especially the middle one that is the most clear.
I was told from kindergarten forward, even having people write in my yearbook in high school, how ugly I was. How my freckles were ugly and how I might be pretty if I had a different color of hair.
Josh
was the first person to tell me I was beautiful and I laughed at him. When I was allowed to wear makeup, I wore layers of makeup on my face to cover up every last freckle and for years I had every color of hair under the sun as long as it didn't show my natural color. It took me until I was 240+lbs to finally see myself and body in a different way. Now I rock my awesome hair color and freckles and no longer cover my skin with layers of makeup like I used to, but it took alot of inner work and learning to love myself instead of looking to the world for acceptance and approval. I know there are people who have said I am still ugly over the last few years, BUT I no longer care what they think and it is so freeing to take back my power instead of give it to others and what they think.
And seriously why I have never owned floppy hats before!???
I am in love with them!!!
~Doing the healing work, while hard was so worth it.
I challenge you today to make a list of everything you love about yourself and your body. It might be hard and I get that. At first I couldn't come up with one dang thing. Don't give up though. Find one thing and add to it until you have a list If you want to share, I would love to hear below what you love about yourself.~
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