Despite the fact that I was always ferociously loved by family, friends, and my husband, I could never muster an ounce of love for myself. No matter what job I had, what kind thing I had done, or what I accomplished, there was nothing that made me worthy enough, nothing worth capturing. Whenever a photo was taken of me, I’d immediately look for all the things I could rip apart. My double chin, the size of my arm compared to my best friend’s — it never mattered. I saw flaws everywhere. And frankly, hating yourself that much is exhausting. I had tried everything under the sun to work on my confidence privately. I’d worn brighter lipsticks, lost weight, and even tried cutting all my hair off. And while those things helped, it was fleeting. I’d still look at photographs with disgust and shame. Until one day, about a year ago, when I snapped a selfie. A photo posted by Lauren Gordon (@laurengord0n) on Feb 20, 2016 at 1:39pm PST After all, this is MY body, the only one I’ll ever have. Spending years hiding from cameras and sucking in and scrutinizing every hair on my body was utter bullshit and a waste of my time. I could be beautiful, right now, just as I was. All I really had to do was see myself that way. And you know what? I’m actually starting to believe it. Slay doesn’t have a size, and it fits on me just fine.
title: “I Took A Selfie A Day For A Year And It Completely Changed My Life” ShowToc: true date: “2024-10-02” author: “Susan Blair”
Despite the fact that I was always ferociously loved by family, friends, and my husband, I could never muster an ounce of love for myself. No matter what job I had, what kind thing I had done, or what I accomplished, there was nothing that made me worthy enough, nothing worth capturing. Whenever a photo was taken of me, I’d immediately look for all the things I could rip apart. My double chin, the size of my arm compared to my best friend’s — it never mattered. I saw flaws everywhere. And frankly, hating yourself that much is exhausting. I had tried everything under the sun to work on my confidence privately. I’d worn brighter lipsticks, lost weight, and even tried cutting all my hair off. And while those things helped, it was fleeting. I’d still look at photographs with disgust and shame. Until one day, about a year ago, when I snapped a selfie. A photo posted by Lauren Gordon (@laurengord0n) on Feb 20, 2016 at 1:39pm PST After all, this is MY body, the only one I’ll ever have. Spending years hiding from cameras and sucking in and scrutinizing every hair on my body was utter bullshit and a waste of my time. I could be beautiful, right now, just as I was. All I really had to do was see myself that way. And you know what? I’m actually starting to believe it. Slay doesn’t have a size, and it fits on me just fine.
title: “I Took A Selfie A Day For A Year And It Completely Changed My Life” ShowToc: true date: “2024-08-29” author: “Franklin Conley”
Despite the fact that I was always ferociously loved by family, friends, and my husband, I could never muster an ounce of love for myself. No matter what job I had, what kind thing I had done, or what I accomplished, there was nothing that made me worthy enough, nothing worth capturing. Whenever a photo was taken of me, I’d immediately look for all the things I could rip apart. My double chin, the size of my arm compared to my best friend’s — it never mattered. I saw flaws everywhere. And frankly, hating yourself that much is exhausting. I had tried everything under the sun to work on my confidence privately. I’d worn brighter lipsticks, lost weight, and even tried cutting all my hair off. And while those things helped, it was fleeting. I’d still look at photographs with disgust and shame. Until one day, about a year ago, when I snapped a selfie. A photo posted by Lauren Gordon (@laurengord0n) on Feb 20, 2016 at 1:39pm PST After all, this is MY body, the only one I’ll ever have. Spending years hiding from cameras and sucking in and scrutinizing every hair on my body was utter bullshit and a waste of my time. I could be beautiful, right now, just as I was. All I really had to do was see myself that way. And you know what? I’m actually starting to believe it. Slay doesn’t have a size, and it fits on me just fine.
