I’ve always been self-conscious and hated my body to bits. Sometimes I couldn’t even look at the mirror without crying because I thought I was too fat, too ugly and just too much. And even though 2018 has been a year with ups and a lot of downs, I feel like this year I’ve finally (sort of) accepted the way I look. I lost a lot of weight this year and it made me realise that I love myself, curves, rolls, stretch marks, and all of me. I will always be a bit chubby, and that’s okay. In 2019 I aspire to grow even more, to love myself more and to love life more.
I am not the medication I take, nor the diagnoses they gave me. I am not the past, I am the future.
