"𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨"

Warrior Skin

There was a time where I would look at the scatter of stretch marks along my thighs, trailing down the back of my legs or sloping the sides of my breast, wonder who would ever find my body attractive. yearn for the flawless and seemingly perfect skin of other woman who so proudly flaunt it in front of millions.

I would look at the erray of untameable curls that would curse my head and sigh that my waist will never be as small as the ones that had been constantly flashed at me from every angle. I would wince at my small height, pray that my body was simply taking its time to transform me to the 5'7 run way model height.

Till I realised that no one can ever love you if you don't even love yourself, how anyone think you're beautiful If you see yourself in a completely different light

I realised that stretch marked that ran along my body are the same that run along millions of other women, the same ones my mother, grandmother and aunts all had. I stopped looking at them as "stretch marks" and as my body's pattern, my stripes.

My stripes were simply the art that blessed my body that was the canvas. The markings followed my curves perfectly and was showing how gorgeously my body had blossomed from a girl to a women's. One day a man will trace those curves with wonder and hearts in his eyes, remembering those marks and curves in his brain forever and you would not be more perfect to him.

Those curls that "curse your head" are really a crown of beauty that rest on your shoulders so volumetric, gracefully and regally. That height you hate will be the perfect height to be tucked under someone's arm after a long night and the ideal height for someone to bend down and kiss your forehead.

I believe when a woman is confident in her own body she glows, we've been taught and had it beaten into us that if we don't fit into this box, this box that society has so cruelly and so playfully thrown in practically impossible attributes that are both unnecessary and most of the time highly discriminative. we. Aren't. Beautiful.

As soon as you throw away all these labels, you stop looking into the mirror and trying to figure how you can abstain these, crazy standards and start looking at the beauty that has already been bestowed upon you, you glow.