My best friend took some drunk candid photos of me yesterday. I was having a terrible body image day. I felt like a glob of day old white gravy. She sent me these today. For the first time in years, I am relatively pleased with how I look.
I have to remember that I have always been my toughest critic. I have to remember what I see is not what others see. I have to remember I am not my body and my worth is not determined in how my jeans fit.
hell yeah body positivity