My body is not what society would deem hot. I have carried three pregnancies to term and then fed them, I have gained weight, lost weight, been through surgery’s, laid in the sun, ran, danced, travelled and filled myself with drink and food. The stories of life are etched in my skin, soft to touch and grab, marked and holding me together. No im not ‘perfect’ but I am a wonder, I am alive, and this body serves me every day in the best way it can. We are deserving of pleasure in every form. I hid from joy and experience for so long because of the inner dialogue of not feeling good enough, worthy enough, pretty enough. Never again. 🥰
