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Our bodies are meant to be imperfect. We all have stretch marks, freckles, body hair, cellulite, scars, lumps, bumps…
It’s what makes us unique.
I’ve been feeling a bit crappy about my body lately. I don’t know why I started getting down about myself, I’m usually fairly confident and for lack of a better word, proud of myself for growing to love the way I am.
Perhaps it’s that summer is well and truly coming and it’s swimsuit season. I have a cute swimsuit on layby and I still have to pay $59 onto it. I love it, but I have always worn board shorts with swimmers and by wearing boardies with this swimsuit, it would ruin the look… But it’s that or a sarong, I don’t like showing my thighs. At the same time, I don’t go to the beach that much, or the pool, so I’m considering cancelling the layby, my payments are kinda overdue anyway…
I think I’ll just buy a cheap one from Kmart :/
I don’t know why I’m even making this post for… I guess feeling shitty about how I look has taken it’s toll and I need to get off my chest what I’m feeling.
I’m not the sort of person who thinks “If I lose weight my whole life will be better.” Because to be honest I think that’s a crock and I don’t really want to lose weight, I kind of do, but not desperately at all. I’m my own worst enemy when it comes to my body. I don’t often have days like this at all, but when I do…
I just hate feeling like this over something I worked so hard to love, and I do love it. I don’t show it off in revealing clothing because, well, I don’t need to do that sort of thing to justify the love I have for my body and just because I love it doesn’t necessarily mean that everyone should see it… I know I’ll get out of this little rut, I just want to hurry up the process.
These are some photos I took the other day, casual as fuck, no make up, going to pick up Mitch from the station, and I felt good.
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