Mid year check-in! How is the goals coming along that you set for this year? Mine? They are coming along. A little slower than I would like, but progress is a process. I did pay 2 credit cards off and I have two more in the second quarter. Budgeting is working too. Another thing that is working is pushing through my comfort zone when it comes to my body and the types of clothes I wear. Not only in my photo shoots, but also in real life. I have been wearing crop tops and sheer tops with belly showing and after continually doing it, it gets a little easier. Not by much though.

Don’t ever think that because I sit here and write blogs or post photos of me promoting body positivity that I have it all together. That I will always have it all together. I am human just like you. I see the photos on instagram just like you. The only difference may be that I can

compliment or appreciate someone else’s beauty and recognize that we are different types of beautiful. That there is no standard rubric for beauty. Just because that 5’9 slim, light skin girl with long hair and blue eyes is deemed as beautiful, so are you. Beautiful comes in many different shapes, sizes, and looks.

Loving ourselves is not easy for any of us, but if we don’t love ourselves, then who will? I remember when I first wanted to become a plus size fashion blogger in like 2013. I didn’t have the support system I wish I had. Everyone around me was small, and I hated my body. I hated finding clothes to wear and even hated going out in public. I desperately wanted someone to tell me I was pretty. Not recognizing that I needed to be what I needed. I needed to tell myself I was pretty. That regardless of what someone else said, I wouldn’t believe their words if I wasn’t telling myself I was beautiful. People can say whatever they want, but ultimately it is your decision to believe it. That goes for positive or negative things. I realized that nobody can build me up if I didn’t believe it. That ultimately I had to be what I needed.

Some days I wouldn’t even be able to look in the mirror for fear of what I might see, now? Not so much. Even when I do see something I don’t like, I make strides to love it anyway. I find the joy in my body, even if I don’t feel it. That’s what I like to call sitting pretty. Making the decision to not hate your body, but love it instead. That’s where the healing begins. (Outfit deets: skirt, shoes, jacket, shirt)

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