This girl just turned 27.
She has always felt insecure about her body—the stretch marks, uneven skin tone, her height, the extra weight—everything. She would often compare herself to others, pointing out the physical traits she admired in them, wishing she had the same.
I hope she gives herself some credit for trying to love herself more, and that one day, she would never have to look in the mirror crying because she hates the way she looks. That she would never feel guilty for having a sweet treat and not working out. I pray that one day, she would proudly wear the clothes she wants, post those photos she kept, and accept herself as she is.















