True story:
I hate seeing myself in photos. I’m the heaviest I’ve been in my life and this beached whale look is not cute on me. I feel like a huge aching blob most of the time. Today while cleaning the bathroom I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and thought, “damn, I look good!”
And guess what? I don’t fucking care if that’s conceited.
You DO look great! Funny how if we are conditioned to be so hard on ourselves, yet if we celebrate something about ourselves we feel as though we’ll be perceived as conceited. How do you win that game, right? Rock on mama, looking good!
You’re right…you look awesome!
You are beautiful!