It’s fighting to see yourself as worthy, even when you’re constantly told that you’re not good enough. It’s fighting to appreciate who you’ve become, while still making goals to reach towards.
I am not the fat on my stomach. Or the stretch marks on my thighs. I am not my crooked teeth or less than spectacular curves. I am a soul waiting to take flight, to break through the barriers of who we are told we are supposed to be.
Loving yourself has nothing to do
I don’t talk very much at school — I don’t like that it draws attention — and I grow my frizzy hair out long so it covers my face, because my acne only got worse with age and I hate my glasses now and I feel better when I think no one can see me at all.
Self-love isn’t about open-armed embracing every second of the process, but learning to smile at the chaos.
Being body positive is not just about your weight. It’s about accepting all aspects of your body (your body hair, your acne, your cellulite, your freckles) no matter what society deems as acceptable and/or beautiful.
You can survive and withstand anything.
And suddenly I’m hyper-aware of the four that sits in the back of my jeans instead of the zero.
A broken girl can’t believe you when you tell her that she’s beautiful, but she can believe every self-reflection that tells her she’s not enough.
Now, let’s talk about the ridiculousness of her diss track. It’s called “Look What You Made Me Do”. Umm… you literally did this to yourself, Taylor???? As a rich adult white girl who only got her foot in Hollywood’s door because of her rich white parents, nobody forced you to do anything.