Loving myself is not something that has ever come easily. I think for most people that rings true. • Earlier this year I was at a fashion event with a friend of mine who I think is the epitome of beauty, style, confidence, and personality. The event had plenty of food and drinks, but because most of the guests were models or those who worked in the industry, the stations went largely untouched. • This was Heaven, for me, having come to the understanding that my body may never again look like it did when I was running 5km a day, lifting heavy, and starving. It was Hell for my friend (the aforementioned absolute goddess) who felt uncomfortable - like her looks and body would never stack up. Heartbreaking. I wish she could see herself as I see her. • Having been isolated throughout the pandemic, I've really only been able to compare my body to the one the mirror showed me the day before. I may not love the skin I'm in, but with each passing day I like it a little more. I like dressing to go meet my friends. I like the way certain materials feel against my skin. I love getting a midday sweat on and seeing how my once strong muscles are building themselves up from scratch again. • My relationship with myself isn't perfect, but I'm trying to find the f*cks I've stopped giving along the way. 💥 // #trinitybellwoods #torontobloggers #youcansipwithus #toronto #stillswithstories #ootd #wiwt (at Trinity Bellwoods) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEoklskMFhD/?igshid=239myujnhuo6








