But loving yourself isn’t something that you do once. It’s something you decide to do every single day — and then you go out there and slay the world with your confidence.
Some days, that’s easier than others. As a woman on the internet, I’m used to strangers discussing my appearance. But I’m not used to that conversation fundamentally changing the way I see myself for the better — until now.
I was ready for people to freak out over my red outfit, over the fact that I was wearing a crop top, over my lipstick — BAWSE by Smashbox, btw — but that’s not what got people’s attention.
It was the freckles on my stomach.
Never in my life have I been complimented on my moles. The closest thing to positive feedback I’ve gotten about them is being told they’re not cancerous at my yearly mole-check.
Needless to say, the sudden inundation of adoration was pretty intense. Especially because I’ve only ever been told that my moles are ugly. It’s part of why I was convinced I was a hideous monster as a kid — and also why I still hesitate when it comes to wearing low-backed dresses or crop tops.
But that’s all about to change.
They are not blemishes.
They do not make me an unattractive person.
They do not diminish my worth as a human being.
They are a constellation on my body, and I accept and love them the way I accept the accept and love the rest of myself.
title: “This Photo Changed The Way I Feel About My Body For Good” ShowToc: true date: “2024-10-13” author: “Tamara Boston”
But loving yourself isn’t something that you do once. It’s something you decide to do every single day — and then you go out there and slay the world with your confidence.
Some days, that’s easier than others. As a woman on the internet, I’m used to strangers discussing my appearance. But I’m not used to that conversation fundamentally changing the way I see myself for the better — until now.
I was ready for people to freak out over my red outfit, over the fact that I was wearing a crop top, over my lipstick — BAWSE by Smashbox, btw — but that’s not what got people’s attention.
It was the freckles on my stomach.
Never in my life have I been complimented on my moles. The closest thing to positive feedback I’ve gotten about them is being told they’re not cancerous at my yearly mole-check.
Needless to say, the sudden inundation of adoration was pretty intense. Especially because I’ve only ever been told that my moles are ugly. It’s part of why I was convinced I was a hideous monster as a kid — and also why I still hesitate when it comes to wearing low-backed dresses or crop tops.
But that’s all about to change.
They are not blemishes.
They do not make me an unattractive person.
They do not diminish my worth as a human being.
They are a constellation on my body, and I accept and love them the way I accept the accept and love the rest of myself.
title: “This Photo Changed The Way I Feel About My Body For Good” ShowToc: true date: “2024-10-12” author: “Emma Higgins”
But loving yourself isn’t something that you do once. It’s something you decide to do every single day — and then you go out there and slay the world with your confidence.
Some days, that’s easier than others. As a woman on the internet, I’m used to strangers discussing my appearance. But I’m not used to that conversation fundamentally changing the way I see myself for the better — until now.
I was ready for people to freak out over my red outfit, over the fact that I was wearing a crop top, over my lipstick — BAWSE by Smashbox, btw — but that’s not what got people’s attention.
It was the freckles on my stomach.
Never in my life have I been complimented on my moles. The closest thing to positive feedback I’ve gotten about them is being told they’re not cancerous at my yearly mole-check.
Needless to say, the sudden inundation of adoration was pretty intense. Especially because I’ve only ever been told that my moles are ugly. It’s part of why I was convinced I was a hideous monster as a kid — and also why I still hesitate when it comes to wearing low-backed dresses or crop tops.
But that’s all about to change.
They are not blemishes.
They do not make me an unattractive person.
They do not diminish my worth as a human being.
They are a constellation on my body, and I accept and love them the way I accept the accept and love the rest of myself.
