Being honest with myself about my experiences—including the negative ones, like my surgery—has made them far less powerful, shameful, and scary. I’m learning to say that, yes, I had liposuction, and even though the aftermath was incredibly hard, I actually don’t regret it anymore. The way my body was affected by it tells a story of emotional pain and damage, but that story ends in survival and perpetual growth. My stretch marks and scars remind me that, even if I’ve been through some serious shit, I am strong and beautiful. Sometimes, it just takes a lot of reflection (and therapy, and pissed-off afternoons) to finally feel OK in your body—no matter what that looks like for you.
Self portrait in the English countryside. taken by Shawn.
— Unknown (via natural-magics)
Don’t you just love good design work? Victoria Siemer, also know as Witchoria, is a graphic designer hailing from Brooklyn, New York.
flying extra high in Bakasana
Sometimes, you just want to hand a bottle back and forth with someone, with the lights low, feet brushing against each other, as you sit on the...
- “Happiness begins with you. Not with your relationship, your friends, or your job. But with you.”— Mandy Hale (via w-ritings)