This is a place of encouragement, a place to discuss body image, insecurities, self-esteem, and everything under the umbrella of fighting self-hate and finding self-love.

No matter what you look like, what color, what gender, sexual orientation, what size or however many "flaws", healthy, not healthy, working on it, abled, disabled, we are all human, we all deserve to be happy, we all deserve to love ourselves. With this blog you will see all kinds of REAL bodies, REAL people, REAL stories.

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I’ve been on tumblr a long time, and while I always embraced body positivity, I don’t think I ever realized how down on myself I actually was.
My best friend took this photo of me a year ago while on our trip to Europe. 
When I saw it, I was really insecure about it.  I felt that I looked large and tired and overall bloated.  I put it aside for such a long time, I forgot it existed, and I avoided photographs for a long time.  While I always encouraged friends to embrace their bodies and practice positive thinking, I wasn’t really doing the same for myself.  I preached that I was comfortable in my own skin, yet I still refused to be photographed (which is a hard thing to do, surrounded by art major, I might add).
In the past year, I’ve done a lot of work with myself emotionally, and I see things differently now.
-I have fat, but I am so much more than that.
-Yes my face is squishy.  But it’s the only one I have and I will have to live with it my entire life, so I might as well love it. :)
-I look happy here, and that’s what’s most important.  A healthy mind and a healthy body. <3
I came across this photo again today, and I LOVE IT SO MUCH.  I love my body and my face and I’m not so insecure anymore.  I’m happy with myself, physically and emotionally :)
I will make sure to submit more often- I love all you awesome folks!
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I’ve been on tumblr a long time, and while I always embraced body positivity, I don’t think I ever realized how down on myself I actually was.

My best friend took this photo of me a year ago while on our trip to Europe. 

When I saw it, I was really insecure about it.  I felt that I looked large and tired and overall bloated.  I put it aside for such a long time, I forgot it existed, and I avoided photographs for a long time.  While I always encouraged friends to embrace their bodies and practice positive thinking, I wasn’t really doing the same for myself.  I preached that I was comfortable in my own skin, yet I still refused to be photographed (which is a hard thing to do, surrounded by art major, I might add).

In the past year, I’ve done a lot of work with myself emotionally, and I see things differently now.

-I have fat, but I am so much more than that.

-Yes my face is squishy.  But it’s the only one I have and I will have to live with it my entire life, so I might as well love it. :)

-I look happy here, and that’s what’s most important.  A healthy mind and a healthy body. <3

I came across this photo again today, and I LOVE IT SO MUCH.  I love my body and my face and I’m not so insecure anymore.  I’m happy with myself, physically and emotionally :)

I will make sure to submit more often- I love all you awesome folks!

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"I’m a big woman. I need big hair"
- Aretha Franklin
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"I’m a big woman. I need big hair"

- Aretha Franklin

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Tw: eating disorder, self-hate
I’ve been insecure about my physical appearance for a very long time. My weight has fluctuated massively over the past 6 years as I used food as a control over a difficult and stressful relationship with my family. This caused me to become very ill a few years back and my self-hatred continued. But since leaving school and starting uni I have become more accepting of my physical appearance. Everyone is different and beautiful in their own ways there is no right or wrong way to look. I have developed a lot more confidence and learnt to love myself for the way I am
This blog has given me the confidence to show off one of my biggest insecurities, which is my stomach and helped me live a life that does not revolve around what people think of my physical appearance. For that I thank you. &lt;3 
~whistlingwhileyouwork out~ 
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Tw: eating disorder, self-hate

I’ve been insecure about my physical appearance for a very long time. My weight has fluctuated massively over the past 6 years as I used food as a control over a difficult and stressful relationship with my family. This caused me to become very ill a few years back and my self-hatred continued. But since leaving school and starting uni I have become more accepting of my physical appearance. Everyone is different and beautiful in their own ways there is no right or wrong way to look. I have developed a lot more confidence and learnt to love myself for the way I am

This blog has given me the confidence to show off one of my biggest insecurities, which is my stomach and helped me live a life that does not revolve around what people think of my physical appearance. For that I thank you. <3 

~whistlingwhileyouwork out~ 

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Hello, My name is Tianah and I am 19. While most people hate their bodies. I cant stand my face, especially when I am wearing my glasses. I could not feel more ugly. Lately though I have been accepting myself for who I am. I met someone who honestly makes me feel gorgeous and you know what&#8230;I AM BEAUTIFUL. Everyone out there is beautiful. Do not let anyone tell you differently. I love you all and if you guys ever need someone to talk to. Follow me and talk with me I am here for you guys. C:
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Hello, My name is Tianah and I am 19. While most people hate their bodies. I cant stand my face, especially when I am wearing my glasses. I could not feel more ugly. Lately though I have been accepting myself for who I am. I met someone who honestly makes me feel gorgeous and you know what…I AM BEAUTIFUL. Everyone out there is beautiful. Do not let anyone tell you differently. I love you all and if you guys ever need someone to talk to. Follow me and talk with me I am here for you guys. C:

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Hi! My name is Jaimie and I am 17 :) I know that picture isn&#8217;t the best but there is more of me on my blog here.
Ever since I can remember I have been overweight. But, I know that&#8217;s not really a time frame so I&#8217;m going to say I started gaining weight in 3rd grade. I didn&#8217;t really even notice and to tell you the truth I didn&#8217;t really see anything wrong with body image. When I was little my mom weighed 300 pounds and when I was around 6 she got a bypass to loose the weight. When I went clothes shopping and had to pick out the biggest size shirt it just went over my head, I mean they are just clothes and everyone wears clothes. But, to tell you the truth, I still wish I had my little kid mind that just didn&#8217;t care.
I kept gaining weight throughout the years and again never thought of it. I went on to middle school and made a lot of friends, we hung out everyday and life was good. I remember the first day I thought I was fat, I thought I didn&#8217;t look right. This day was the first day of high school.
I looked at all the other girls, they got to wear the girly things they wanted without worrying about it not coming in their size, and I wanted to be like that. At first I thought I was over reacting and just let it slide off my back, but then I went to the doctors for a check up. I was a 14 year old girl that weighed 216 pounds.
The doctors really didn&#8217;t say anything about my weight, and if they did I really don&#8217;t remember. All I remember thinking at the time was that I needed to loose weight and noting else. That was the day I told myself that I wanted to change myself for me. Now that I look back I give my self a pat on the back for not changing my body because of a guy or anything like that I just didn&#8217;t want to be the person I was. I wanted to go shopping knowing that I didn&#8217;t have to go to the plus sizes. I wanted to hang out with my friends and not have my weight hold me back. I wanted to feel comfort in my own skin.
Everyone always asks me how I lost the weight and I can&#8217;t really explain it. I guess it was my mindset that really got me going. I started drinking a lot of water, 8 glasses a day, 1 cold glass after every meal. I also noticed that from drinking water I ate less. And that&#8217;s all I did. Some people think this way was unhealthy, but I will tell you that if I wanted a slice of cake I had my slice of cake! It was just a smaller slice, and if you can loose weight and eat cake it can&#8217;t be unhealthy&#8230;. well yeah I guess it is, but you get my point.
Over the next year I watched the pounds shed off. My clothes got baggy, I went down a jean size or two and people were noticing. I was really happy, and people were happy for me! Now that I look back on it I still wish I was this happy.
I know I wrote a story and I know this is a stop hating your body blog but I don&#8217;t hate it I&#8217;m just unhappy. I want to say my weight leveled off at the start of my 11th grade year, and it is what I am at now. I went from being 216 lbs. to 140 lbs., size 18 to 7/9 in about a year and a half. I should be happy about this, and I am but now I&#8217;m picking out things I don&#8217;t like about myself. Some days I feel really close to that not hating my body goal but then I look in the mirror and it changes. I&#8217;m still trying to make my body better, flatten my stomach, get rid of my jiggly arms and thighs. I also hate on my face, I think I have a big nose.
But, after pointing out all of my flaws I stop and think. I still see myself as 216 pound me. I also have never seen myself through other peoples eyes. When I think these things I know I&#8217;m almost at not hating my body but then I look in the mirror and am back where I started.
I know one day I will get there, and if you find no comfort in your skin you will get there too. My goal is to be an actress one day, but that&#8217;s not all I want to be. I want to be a role model for all those girls that don&#8217;t look like miley cyrus or salena gomez (sorry if I spelled the wrong its late at night) I want to tell girls that they are beautiful no matter what they look like! I want to be a person that shows everyone that hates on those girls that they shouldn&#8217;t. I really want to change the way media has twisted body image! And I know I can&#8217;t really do that if I can&#8217;t fully accept my body. But one day I will accept me for me, when that day comes I will start on my actress/motivator dream and the world better watch out!
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Hi! My name is Jaimie and I am 17 :) I know that picture isn’t the best but there is more of me on my blog here.

Ever since I can remember I have been overweight. But, I know that’s not really a time frame so I’m going to say I started gaining weight in 3rd grade. I didn’t really even notice and to tell you the truth I didn’t really see anything wrong with body image. When I was little my mom weighed 300 pounds and when I was around 6 she got a bypass to loose the weight. When I went clothes shopping and had to pick out the biggest size shirt it just went over my head, I mean they are just clothes and everyone wears clothes. But, to tell you the truth, I still wish I had my little kid mind that just didn’t care.

I kept gaining weight throughout the years and again never thought of it. I went on to middle school and made a lot of friends, we hung out everyday and life was good. I remember the first day I thought I was fat, I thought I didn’t look right. This day was the first day of high school.

I looked at all the other girls, they got to wear the girly things they wanted without worrying about it not coming in their size, and I wanted to be like that. At first I thought I was over reacting and just let it slide off my back, but then I went to the doctors for a check up. I was a 14 year old girl that weighed 216 pounds.

The doctors really didn’t say anything about my weight, and if they did I really don’t remember. All I remember thinking at the time was that I needed to loose weight and noting else. That was the day I told myself that I wanted to change myself for me. Now that I look back I give my self a pat on the back for not changing my body because of a guy or anything like that I just didn’t want to be the person I was. I wanted to go shopping knowing that I didn’t have to go to the plus sizes. I wanted to hang out with my friends and not have my weight hold me back. I wanted to feel comfort in my own skin.

Everyone always asks me how I lost the weight and I can’t really explain it. I guess it was my mindset that really got me going. I started drinking a lot of water, 8 glasses a day, 1 cold glass after every meal. I also noticed that from drinking water I ate less. And that’s all I did. Some people think this way was unhealthy, but I will tell you that if I wanted a slice of cake I had my slice of cake! It was just a smaller slice, and if you can loose weight and eat cake it can’t be unhealthy…. well yeah I guess it is, but you get my point.

Over the next year I watched the pounds shed off. My clothes got baggy, I went down a jean size or two and people were noticing. I was really happy, and people were happy for me! Now that I look back on it I still wish I was this happy.

I know I wrote a story and I know this is a stop hating your body blog but I don’t hate it I’m just unhappy. I want to say my weight leveled off at the start of my 11th grade year, and it is what I am at now. I went from being 216 lbs. to 140 lbs., size 18 to 7/9 in about a year and a half. I should be happy about this, and I am but now I’m picking out things I don’t like about myself. Some days I feel really close to that not hating my body goal but then I look in the mirror and it changes. I’m still trying to make my body better, flatten my stomach, get rid of my jiggly arms and thighs. I also hate on my face, I think I have a big nose.

But, after pointing out all of my flaws I stop and think. I still see myself as 216 pound me. I also have never seen myself through other peoples eyes. When I think these things I know I’m almost at not hating my body but then I look in the mirror and am back where I started.

I know one day I will get there, and if you find no comfort in your skin you will get there too. My goal is to be an actress one day, but that’s not all I want to be. I want to be a role model for all those girls that don’t look like miley cyrus or salena gomez (sorry if I spelled the wrong its late at night) I want to tell girls that they are beautiful no matter what they look like! I want to be a person that shows everyone that hates on those girls that they shouldn’t. I really want to change the way media has twisted body image! And I know I can’t really do that if I can’t fully accept my body. But one day I will accept me for me, when that day comes I will start on my actress/motivator dream and the world better watch out!

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possible trigger warnings: eating disorders, depression, self harm
There is nothing wrong with having red hair. There is nothing wrong with having pale skin.  There is nothing wrong with the length of my nose, the size of my teeth or the freckles on my face.  There is nothing wrong with being a &#8220;ginger&#8221;.  There is nothing wrong with my height. There is nothing wrong with my weight.  There is nothing wrong with the size of my boobs, the size of my butt, the size of my thighs. 
I will eat that piece of cheesecake if I want it.  I will not throw up the cheesecake after I eat it.  A bag of chips is okay to eat.  Chicken nuggets are okay to eat.  I will no longer binge and I will no longer purge.
When I&#8217;m upset, I may cry, but I will not take a blade to my arm, leg, stomach, anywhere. 
Sexual assault is not okay, but I will not think about it anymore. It&#8217;s over and done.
I will not put myself down, and I will not put others down.
I am beautiful, and there is nothing wrong with the way I look.
YOU are beautiful, and there is nothing wrong with the way YOU look.
Eating disorders will not haunt my life anymore.  Self harm will not haunt my life anymore.   My depression will continue to improve every day until the day when it&#8217;s finally gone.
This picture makes me feel confident and beautiful, and I will not try to find something I don&#8217;t like about it.
Everyone is beautiful in their own way and deserves to look in the mirror and feel happy. I hope that all of you do.
Smile, you&#8217;re beautiful :)
my tumblr:  http://mojohoejo.tumblr.com/
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possible trigger warnings: eating disorders, depression, self harm

There is nothing wrong with having red hair. There is nothing wrong with having pale skin.  There is nothing wrong with the length of my nose, the size of my teeth or the freckles on my face.  There is nothing wrong with being a “ginger”.  There is nothing wrong with my height. There is nothing wrong with my weight.  There is nothing wrong with the size of my boobs, the size of my butt, the size of my thighs. 

I will eat that piece of cheesecake if I want it.  I will not throw up the cheesecake after I eat it.  A bag of chips is okay to eat.  Chicken nuggets are okay to eat.  I will no longer binge and I will no longer purge.

When I’m upset, I may cry, but I will not take a blade to my arm, leg, stomach, anywhere. 

Sexual assault is not okay, but I will not think about it anymore. It’s over and done.

I will not put myself down, and I will not put others down.

I am beautiful, and there is nothing wrong with the way I look.

YOU are beautiful, and there is nothing wrong with the way YOU look.

Eating disorders will not haunt my life anymore.  Self harm will not haunt my life anymore.   My depression will continue to improve every day until the day when it’s finally gone.

This picture makes me feel confident and beautiful, and I will not try to find something I don’t like about it.

Everyone is beautiful in their own way and deserves to look in the mirror and feel happy. I hope that all of you do.

Smile, you’re beautiful :)

my tumblr:  http://mojohoejo.tumblr.com/

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Hi! My name is Shannon and I&#8217;m 19 years old. 
My life has always been about weight. I&#8217;ve honestly never heard the end of it from my family. My mothers side of the family is obese and being her daughter I gained that possibility of becoming bigger and getting diabetes. Kinda put a damper on my whole teenage years so far. 
She always has been telling me what to eat and looking at me skeptically at restaurants and looking at what I choose to eat and making comments as if I don&#8217;t notice. My dad can do it too its just not as bad.
Throughout high school, (which was a private CATHOLIC school) I was pretty much the odd ball out. I didn&#8217;t have a set group of friends, and guys didn&#8217;t especially like me cause I was loud and super open and too friendly I guess. Story of my life. Finally it came to a point when I was depressed and didn&#8217;t want to go to school or ever get up in the morning. I wanted to die every day. I would pray that I would get cancer or some form of life threatening disease that would make it acceptable for me to die at such a young age. I went to a psychologist for a year, and finally made the decision to transfer to a public school for my senior year, which was probably the best decision I have ever made.
Also my sex life started when I was 16 about two weeks away from 17. I had sex with 3 guys. One in May, one in July, and one in November. My life still hadn&#8217;t been completely balanced out the way I wanted to. The reason I went so fast was because I honestly couldn&#8217;t believe that some form of a man would want to even have sex with me. I still can&#8217;t even grasp that concept yet. Which again my super ultra catholic conservative parents don&#8217;t understand or approve of. Le sigh.
I&#8217;ve tried dieting and such and let me tell you, it really is super hard. I am still doing my best to eat better and incorporate more healthy foods and cutting out the shit food. As for exercise, I&#8217;m not a running person. Just gonna leave it as that. I love sport like volleyball and soccer but I&#8217;m gonna work back up to that and start by walking around my neighborhood and such. 
My mom said she weighed more than she did now before she was with my dad. I&#8217;m proud of her doing that but it&#8217;s not just as easy for me. After being beaten down by all the comments it just makes me want to retaliate and not stay healthy, which is clearly not the right choice.
She tells me that I should love myself. And she&#8217;s right. I&#8217;m truly working on getting there. I&#8217;m working on loving my pointy nose, my arm fat, my chubby tummy, the lines that my stomach get from sitting down, my boobs, and my butt. I&#8217;m trying my hardest to be positive, and even though I have skinny friends, I know I can be beautiful even at my current size. 
Oh and still amazed that guys would even wanna get jiggy with me.
Nananananananananana.
The smaller picture is just a part of who I am, the bigger picture is what I strive for every day.
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Hi! My name is Shannon and I’m 19 years old. 

My life has always been about weight. I’ve honestly never heard the end of it from my family. My mothers side of the family is obese and being her daughter I gained that possibility of becoming bigger and getting diabetes. Kinda put a damper on my whole teenage years so far. 

She always has been telling me what to eat and looking at me skeptically at restaurants and looking at what I choose to eat and making comments as if I don’t notice. My dad can do it too its just not as bad.

Throughout high school, (which was a private CATHOLIC school) I was pretty much the odd ball out. I didn’t have a set group of friends, and guys didn’t especially like me cause I was loud and super open and too friendly I guess. Story of my life. Finally it came to a point when I was depressed and didn’t want to go to school or ever get up in the morning. I wanted to die every day. I would pray that I would get cancer or some form of life threatening disease that would make it acceptable for me to die at such a young age. I went to a psychologist for a year, and finally made the decision to transfer to a public school for my senior year, which was probably the best decision I have ever made.

Also my sex life started when I was 16 about two weeks away from 17. I had sex with 3 guys. One in May, one in July, and one in November. My life still hadn’t been completely balanced out the way I wanted to. The reason I went so fast was because I honestly couldn’t believe that some form of a man would want to even have sex with me. I still can’t even grasp that concept yet. Which again my super ultra catholic conservative parents don’t understand or approve of. Le sigh.

I’ve tried dieting and such and let me tell you, it really is super hard. I am still doing my best to eat better and incorporate more healthy foods and cutting out the shit food. As for exercise, I’m not a running person. Just gonna leave it as that. I love sport like volleyball and soccer but I’m gonna work back up to that and start by walking around my neighborhood and such. 

My mom said she weighed more than she did now before she was with my dad. I’m proud of her doing that but it’s not just as easy for me. After being beaten down by all the comments it just makes me want to retaliate and not stay healthy, which is clearly not the right choice.

She tells me that I should love myself. And she’s right. I’m truly working on getting there. I’m working on loving my pointy nose, my arm fat, my chubby tummy, the lines that my stomach get from sitting down, my boobs, and my butt. I’m trying my hardest to be positive, and even though I have skinny friends, I know I can be beautiful even at my current size. 

Oh and still amazed that guys would even wanna get jiggy with me.

Nananananananananana.

The smaller picture is just a part of who I am, the bigger picture is what I strive for every day.

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Well, here&#8217;s me. I feel like this collage accurately depicts myself and all of the body that I want to talk about.
I&#8217;ve had insecurities about a lot of things with and parts of my body. I have also had emotional issues and a struggle with depression that in turn affected my physical state. And I have changed a lot over the years due to that.

But this is about me coming to love myself, right? Absolutely.

I am extremely small in stature, only 4&#8217;10&#8221;. I haven&#8217;t grown since I was eleven or twelve years old and I am almost eighteen. I&#8217;ve been picked on all my life for that, whether it be in the total joking way or in a kind of rude way. 
I also have dealt with skin problems on my face and various parts of my body.
Growing up, I disliked my nose and my teeth, especially when everyone started getting their braces off in elementary and middle school.
My mother used to tell me I ate too much and would make comments as if my weight gain in seventh or eighth grade was a bad thing, and it really hurt my feelings. I remember exact remarks she made at various times.
I became uncomfortable with the way I looked and my body. 
But with age came wisdom, and I found that maybe my body wasn&#8217;t so bad after all. I made myself love me. I suppose that finding my own sense of style and how I felt I looked best in my clothes and makeup helped. It helped me accentuate the features that I actually did like at the time, which were really just my eyes, my hair, and my natural waist.
Soon after finding comfort in how I presented myself and being able to draw on the good I saw in my body, I discovered my love for imperfect teeth, and I began to love my own. And somehow, one thing led to another and I found myself comfortable with whatever weight loss or weight gain that happens, and now even when I don&#8217;t wear makeup, I can feel comfortable. I mean, I have flaws, but who doesn&#8217;t? It&#8217;s accepting those flaws that was the biggest part of this whole discovery of self-love.
And I do sometimes fall back and have rough days. I have a hard time loving myself some days. But I&#8217;ve been having less and less of those days since I&#8217;ve decided to accept my body. 
I deserve to be loved by myself, and so do you. Don&#8217;t ever be discouraged by what anyone tells you about your body. Don&#8217;t ever give up your search for and discovery of self-love because of your rough days. Love yourself because you deserve it. And love yourself because you are beautiful.
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http://hobomuffin.tumblr.com/

Well, here’s me. I feel like this collage accurately depicts myself and all of the body that I want to talk about.

I’ve had insecurities about a lot of things with and parts of my body. I have also had emotional issues and a struggle with depression that in turn affected my physical state. And I have changed a lot over the years due to that.

But this is about me coming to love myself, right? Absolutely.

I am extremely small in stature, only 4’10”. I haven’t grown since I was eleven or twelve years old and I am almost eighteen. I’ve been picked on all my life for that, whether it be in the total joking way or in a kind of rude way. 

I also have dealt with skin problems on my face and various parts of my body.

Growing up, I disliked my nose and my teeth, especially when everyone started getting their braces off in elementary and middle school.

My mother used to tell me I ate too much and would make comments as if my weight gain in seventh or eighth grade was a bad thing, and it really hurt my feelings. I remember exact remarks she made at various times.

I became uncomfortable with the way I looked and my body. 

But with age came wisdom, and I found that maybe my body wasn’t so bad after all. I made myself love me. I suppose that finding my own sense of style and how I felt I looked best in my clothes and makeup helped. It helped me accentuate the features that I actually did like at the time, which were really just my eyes, my hair, and my natural waist.

Soon after finding comfort in how I presented myself and being able to draw on the good I saw in my body, I discovered my love for imperfect teeth, and I began to love my own. And somehow, one thing led to another and I found myself comfortable with whatever weight loss or weight gain that happens, and now even when I don’t wear makeup, I can feel comfortable. I mean, I have flaws, but who doesn’t? It’s accepting those flaws that was the biggest part of this whole discovery of self-love.

And I do sometimes fall back and have rough days. I have a hard time loving myself some days. But I’ve been having less and less of those days since I’ve decided to accept my body. 

I deserve to be loved by myself, and so do you. Don’t ever be discouraged by what anyone tells you about your body. Don’t ever give up your search for and discovery of self-love because of your rough days. Love yourself because you deserve it. And love yourself because you are beautiful.

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