Listen, y'all are going to get whatever body I give. My weight fluctuates worse than my bank account, I can't keep up. If you're true to me than you know through reading some of my posts my struggles with my frame. It becomes difficult to photo myself for this website. I then reflect for whom and what I do it for. My robes are created to make women comfortable with themselves. They cover but also accentuate the flaws we hate the most. I stumbled across an IG post that read, you've been living with yourself this whole time and you're not in love yet? We frequently criticize the temple before praising it. This body was designed to birth generations and feed my tribe. This body has survived immature high school boys, puberty. and skin conditions. This body survived horrific menstrual cycles and growing pains. This body survived abusive lovers and trauma. This body self heals and recovers from illnesses and sometimes self inflicted harm. This body holds my inner most secrets and emotions. It communicates when something is wrong. My body told me its tired of being insecure and compared. This body has rejected societies multiple attempts to alter it. My body refuses to be overlooked and underestimated. My body has standards and demands respect. My body is forgiving and warm. This body houses my creativity, my intelligence, my light. This body has reason and purpose and it’s proof of my resilience.
Same Body...just a new appreciation.
Jo
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