As a child, I was underweight. I was the strange girl, the odd shade of milk white mixed with bones protruding from her skin. I was sick, but I was happy with myself. As I've grown, curves have grown over my bones. Little stretch marks covering the inside of my thighs, breasts actually beginning to form... my body began changing in small, yet seemingly monumental ways.
Now as a woman, I've found myself sad when I look in the mirror. Sad, even though I'm incredibly healthier than ever before. Sad, even though I'm still drastically underweight for my age range.
This year I've decided that I'm done feeling this way about my body, done putting myself down for a problem that doesn't exist. Im going to be celebrating my body everyday, taking self portraits focused on the body and not the face.
Thank you for joining me on my journey?