I feel like I’ve been laying on the ground like a petulant child staring up at opportunities I’m allowing myself to see as obstacles. Spending too much time placing my personal worth as a person on my body, on my progress or productivity, or on my lack of motivation. I’m teetering on that precarious cliff edge of self loathing because for 7 straight days I’ve been spiraling out of control tying who I am and what that means to the flesh prison I’m currently trapped in. There’s a delicate balance between finding peace with your body, loving it, and acknowledging that nothing about it in any way determines my worth at all. Our bodies are all different and weird and our relationships with them are confusing and frustrating and constantly changing. This week join me in trying to find something about your body that you like in an effort to come to a place of peace with your body, and then do something kind and selfless and helpful for someone else to remind yourself of what really matters. #bodypositivity @nonairbrushedme #BestYourBestSelf (at Bon Air, Pennsylvania)