My body, my life.
“Who knew a little unbounded sensual self-touch could lead to such liberty?”
Imperfectly Perfect to Me
I am a woman in her twenties with big dreams en route to a beautiful destination and carrying her shitty ovaries, unwillingly, but happily with her.
The Journey
I‘ve been trapped in this narrative of “not fitting in” and disliking myself so much so that true self-love has been foreign to me. In fact, it’s been so much easier sitting in this place of self-hate than working towards anything else.
"I need to see my own beauty and to continue to be reminded that I am enough, that I am worthy of love without effort, that I am beautiful, that the texture of my hair and that the shape of my curves, the size of my lips, the color of my skin, and the feelings that I have are all worthy and okay."
— Tracee Ellis Ross