Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about perfection, our obsession with it and our I nability to see ourselves for who we really are and love ourselves despite what social media says what’s in or what we should look like.
Today I was looking at these photos that my cousin took of me and I was not happy at first. I felt like I looked fat, too boxy, unlike what I look like if you see me in person. In the past two months of my six day a week workout journey, I’ve gained about 6lbs of muscle so I look different all around. I was hesitant to post, but then I said fuck it. Perception isn’t reality and neither is perfection.
I decided to only edit these for clarity purposes, not to alter any part of my body because the only thing that matters is that I’m happy in the body I wake up in every morning.
So here’s to appreciating who we are… big and small, flaws and all.
Top: Express ; Skirt: Forever 21 ; Trainers: Zara ; Sunglasses: Cotton On