I just feel like I’ve come to a place where I’m kind of detached from this outer shell thing that i live in. Like its definitely home and familiar but its not that big of a deal like i’m just here hanging out. I just try not to dissect my body anymore and break it down into things i like and dont like things that are bad or good. Like I know if things are big or small and soft or hard and hairy or smooth but things are never good or bad. Because its all good, because its mine. In saying all of that I understand my privilege as a smaller light skinned cis woman, so I’m not passing any judgement or shaming anyone that still has trouble in fully loving their bodies etc. Its hard but its a really beautiful thing so I hope you all get there.
