Dear Body — Your Beauty Amazes Me, If Only I Had Noticed
BY KAYLA HARRISON Dear Body, I’m so sorry for the way I’ve treated you over the years. I’m sorry for the things I’ve…
BY KAYLA HARRISON Dear Body, I’m so sorry for the way I’ve treated you over the years. I’m sorry for the things I’ve…
BY SOPHIA HOLLY I don’t need to detox this spring because my body is not toxic. My body is a miraculous landscape covered…
BY SOPHIA HOLLY This is a love letter. It isn’t an apology and it isn’t all sweet. It is a letter to celebrate…
I am not toned like her. I am not lanky like her. I am not bronzed like her. I am not fair like her. I am not poised like her. I am not wild like her.
Whether you are at a caterpillar stage, cocooning stage or are already flying: trust yourselves, and know that letting go is the start of a beautiful transformative journey.
Occasionally I will encounter someone who is married and has a family and they just pity me. “Oh, that must be so sad.” But the truth is, for me, it rarely is sad. Why? Because I get to finish reading a book. I get to chose what movie I want to see.
So, the more I tell myself I’m worthless, the more I believe it. The more I love myself up, the more lovable I feel. So, love the shit out of yourself! It may very well be your only lifetime to do it.
I’m 39, I still think I’m attractive. There are times when I even feel sexy, dripping with sex, sexy. There are times where I feel like I’m made of marshmallows or puffed up pastries of some sort.
Our writers and audience have been stoking the fire of self-love and self-acceptance this past week, so it was no surprise that we were led to a bold statement made by Icelandic beauty queen, Arna Ýr Jónsdóttir.
We no longer have to hide our beautiful selves in the shadows of shyness or baggy clothes to avoid that old way of objectifying women.