Self Love is a daily battle. You don’t just wake up one day and decide you love yourself and that’s that. No.
Self Love is hard, so hard some days I feel like it breaks me. I will have really good days when I find clothes I look good in and then I will have terrible days. My terrible days are the worse.
I pick at everything about me from my fine-curly-hair, to my wide-but-small-feet. I often break down and bawl my eyes out wishing to be someone different.
I always fight my way back to some neutral ground.
Today I decided to tell myself I can do this (again, like I do everyday) and I love myself. I love my dimples, my hands, my tummy, my thunder-thighs, I love me.
So today will be a good day. Tomorrow might not be. Self love is a battle, but one I gladly fight.
I am Jordan Rae. I am fat. I am unsure about much else. I love myself. I love my body.