drowning in my thoughts.

flaws are fake.

Flaws are fake. They simply don't exist. Yes, I have acne. I also have stretch marks. And scars. Oh, and big hips that I've always hated. And the one thing I struggled with the most, not having a flat stomach. But all of those things make me, well, me. We grow up looking at models in magazines that are retouched and "perfect" and "flawless." I'm telling you, they don't look like that in real life. The big companies and brands only show us what they want us to see. Images are altered so that the models don't have scars, freckles, moles, birth marks, stretch marks, rolls, and all of the other things that we're self-conscious of. I used to wake up, look at myself in the mirror, and tell myself that I wasn't perfect. I was unhappy with my body image. I didn't love my body. I couldn't see my worth. I told myself that I needed to work out, and have a flat belly in order to love myself and be beautiful. That's a lie. Probably the biggest lie I've ever told. Beauty is a state of mind, a lifestyle. Beauty is being happy. Beauty comes from within. Beauty is when you can say that you love and cherish your body. I'm so proud of myself and how far I've come. I can now say with confidence that I love my body just the way it is. I am perfect. I am beautiful. I am worth it. Flaws are fake.