I guess one day I decided to stop caring what other people thought. I wish I could pinpoint the exact day so I could celebrate it with each passing year but I can’t exactly remember.
I insisted that I would no longer let the media, my father, my boyfriend or my friends dictate how I felt about my body. I decided that embodying infectious confidence and self love was a lot more fun than being afraid to wear what I want or write what I want.
When you stop caring about your stretch marks or the way your one front tooth hits out more than the rest, it’s contagious. It seeps into other aspects of your life. It gives you confidence to speak up at work or leave the man that treats you like dumpster trash instead of the Lisa Frank rainbow sparkle fucking unicorn that you are.