In order to love others, we must first love ourselves. In order for me to preach body image positivity, I had to preach to myself. My husband took a few images of me while we were in Las Vegas this past week, and to my complete surprise, I fell in love with myself again. Not because the images made me look skinny, or made the lumps and humps in my body disappear, but because I got to see myself through my husband's eyes.
We forget so easily how much others love us no matter what we look like. We can nit pick at our bodies all day long, go on cleanses in hope to lose a few inches, buy the latest and greatest makeup to cover up what we call our imperfections, but in the end what good is it all doing?
Let me let you in on a little secret: the way you look does not change who you are inside. How do I know? Because for the first time this week I understood it, something inside me clicked. The feeling of seeing the images my husband took of me sent my heart soaring. Not because anything was hidden or gone, but because it was me, birthmarks, extra love handles, and all. I felt confident, sexy, and empowered.
This blog post is to all of the women who struggle every damn day with their body image. I want you to know what you look like doesn't define who you are. Your pant size does not define who you are. The birthmarks on your skin do not define who you are.
I wanted to share these images of myself to encourage every woman out there to love themselves, let go and let others love you the way you are. Stop hiding behind your mask and be you. You won't regret it.