Sometimes I feel super confidant and I parade around the house in my favorite boyshorts. I may not be the hottest thing out there, but with all my soft edges and awkward curves, I am learning to be comfortable. This is my skin and I can’t just trade it out. It’s taken me a very long time to see the beauty in myself and now that I’ve seen a glimmer out it, there is no way in hell I’m going back to selfhate. You don’t have to like me, because I finally do.