More Than Skin-Deep

Coming to terms with who I am as a person and how I look is something that's never easy for me. I have to admit though, I can be quite superficial when it comes to physical appearances (more of my own than other people's). Frankly, I've never noticed the physical flaws of people I'm surrounded by - the sparkling conversations and honest time spent together are what I personally live for. But when it comes to my own skin, boy there's a million reasons to hate me - Stretch marks all over my thighs; seemingly toned huge thighs are in fact, quite flabby; don't even get me started on those horrid acne scars from prior stressful exams; U R G H that layer of underarm fat.

The thing is, you'll never be truly assured if you don't love yourself. If you don't love your stretch marks, no one will. If you don't love your flabs, no one will. If you don't love your scars, no one will. You're the only person with this set of unique stretch marks, flabs and scars that make you, you. Love 'em because they represent a significant era of your life. Love 'em because every scar of yours is a prized battle scar. You have to realise that it is through hardwork, effort and dedication that got you where you are today. And those who disregard/belittle and make you feel bad for your effort are people you don't need in your life.

I'm never shy when it comes to flashing my photos from when I was so much larger, didn't know how to use makeup and was a walking fashion disaster. Through change, I am who I am today. I am not ashamed of my past self and I will not be shamed for my current and future selves. Ultimately, beauty is only skin deep. If you can unquestionably accept and love your closed ones for who they are instead of what they look like, why can't you do the same for yourself? Love 👏 Yo 👏 Self 👏

xoxo,

Wendy