I remember it very vividly. I’m in fifth grade when I notice the way my belly sticks out. I can’t say why I see it now and never before, but I can’t un-see it.
Last weekend, I walked into a bar with a bunch of my friends. I was at my lowest weight since last year, hair and makeup on fleek – I felt hot. But then this guy took one look at me and said to his friend, “We should go.”
However, ask me if I think the body positive movement is helpful to improving women’s self-esteem and I’ll tell you that the answer is, well, no. I don’t think women should hate their bodies, but I don’t think the answer lies necessarily in loving them, either.
I am fearless, and yet I fear everything. I want to be loved, but I don’t know how to love. My heart is full of hope, but I don’t want it to get broken so I pretend I don’t have one. I am the cool girl for five minutes, and then I melt into my true self.
When you wish your dark brown hair were blonde and your brownish eyes were blue, remember that it doesn’t matter.
Your vanity, your self-confidence in fact, makes you powerful. When confidence comes from within, when you can look in the mirror and be truly happy by what you see there, then no other opinion ever matters.
We are part of a generation that constantly seeks validation from others.
Don’t we see we’re chasing something we can never catch?
It took a very long time to discover how significant I was and it took even longer to love myself wholly. But even more than that, it took being abused in all different shapes and forms to finally see my own worthiness.
Try looking in the mirror every single morning and saying those words out loud. So I did.