gurkeyrith:I hated my body. I hated all the hair. All the stretch marks. All the discoloured spots.
gurkeyrith:I hated my body. I hated all the hair. All the stretch marks. All the discoloured spots. All the curves. All the edges. All of it. Every atom of it. I hated me.I would lie in bed every night reimagining my body but without the stretch marks on my knees, hips, and ass. I would dream about having bigger breasts and flawless skin so I wouldn’t have to worry about the bags underneath my eyes or how my breasts never quite filled a B cup. I would make up scenarios in my head of boys finally falling in love with this new improved version of me because I firmly believed that they would never fall in love with this version of me. I grew up hating myself. When you do that to yourself - it strips you of your self worth and confidence. You start to rely on others to approve of you because you’ll never approve of yourself. You fall into a vicious toxic circle that never ends. Eventually, I grew tired of what others thought of me. This didn’t happen over night. Some days I would go out of the house without makeup, then other days I would wear short skirts, and this one time I even wore a bikini. It was the happiest day of my life. I took small steps to finally reach where I am right now.Today, I am presenting you myself. I’m also here to tell you that I am beautiful - stretch marks, hair, no makeup, small breasts, and all.(hashtag #YesIAmBeautiful on pictures of yourself loving and accepting your body)instagram: @gurrkeyrith | tumblr: www.gurkeyrith.com -- source link