

january is traditionally usually the “worst” month for me in terms of body image, for some weird reason probably within the collective consciousness and my own neurotic patterns, but this january has been the “best” of the worst so for that i am thankful 🧡 today i celebrate my naked body because why the fuck not, i look hot. boobs small but it’s ok
having a healthy body image and cultivating a positive relationship with self-worth has always been difficult for me, but last year when i started posting photos of myself i really did feel more liberated. it sounds really shallow, and i obviously felt exposed too, but also free. ✨ before, when people would tell me i’m cute or pretty or whatever, i wouldn’t believe it, but now i think i do. progress, when it comes to a good relationship with yourself, is a nonlinear journey, and one that can take years. confidence can be really difficult to build but it’s worth it. idk who i’m writing this for or if y’all even care about my emo internal state of mind lol, probably just for myself. here’s some nudes in my very orange bathroom 🍊