Ana / Toronto / 01.26.15
When I think about my body it’s not always the skin, the curves, the weight or physical dimension I think about; it’s the feelings behind it, the insecurities, the memories associated with every part of me. At this point of my life I am finally loving the person I am and loving the body I come in, that was not always the case. Whether it be getting breasts in grade 5 and having all the girls spread rumours that I stuffed my bra or the cystic acne that occupied by face throughout high school, there were parts of me I felt ugly about. But those breasts I would never give up now and that acne allowed me to gain a respect for my skin and treat it with the kindness it deserves (argan oil is my best friend). Those insecurities shape us, those unique traits are the things that make us beautiful and it all comes down to loving ourselves for who we are. There are times where I am terrified to be naked and times where I feel free and so comfortable in my skin, confidence comes in waves and it's all a process of being human. But I am slowly learning how to really love all of me, however I came into this world. Because you know what! there is no one in the world like me, not one person and that is quite spectacular and should be celebrated everyday.