#Feelinmyself

Hello lovelies, 

Sometimes I feel like an absolute fake.

Like I'm lying to myself, and to all 12,400 of you 

whose eyes have foolishly danced across my blog. 

I preach about body positivism and loving yourself,

and not giving a fuck about what others say.

I work for a company full of beautiful, 

full sized women who look to me for advice and I swear I tell nothing

but the truth when I cover them in compliments. 

I see girls who transform from hating themselves one minute,

to seeing a bit of light in a hurricane. 

But I don't ever take compliments.

I constantly rip apart myself. 

Because somehow, even after preaching body love and all that jazz, 

I have days where I hate myself. 

I think we all do though. 

Today, isn't one of them.

Today, I'm seeing the sun.

And so is a part of my body that never has. A piece of me no one was ever suppose to see,

because I'm not a size 2. 

I decided last week that I would slowly start wearing the clothing that 

I was terrified of in an act of rebellion against my own self doubt.

Last weekend, I wore a romper/pantsuit that has been hanging in my closet for three years. 

This weekend, a crop top. 

You see, it's not about what others think about you. 

Because I wore this outfit out in public with a leather jacket over it 

for a good while, and no one said a damn word, 

and the only ones who did were ones who were complimenting me.

 I was fucking terrified. 

I have never felt so free in my life.

Try it. 

I swear, if you've ever doubted how damn good you look in something, 

put it on and get out there pretty one. You'll see. I promise. 

I'll hold your hand the entire way. 

#Imfeelinmyself

#soshouldyou

XO,

k.