When I look in the mirror, I’m staring at a brand new person. Who she’ll be 18 months from now is anyone’s guess. But I can’t wait to meet her. This type of self-love wasn’t easily for-thcoming for me. It’s tough, and it’s certainly not pretty, peeling your-self up from ground zero. But, phew! Mama, I made it! And I’m just getting started.
Self-loathing and contorting myself into what society wants me to be is a shitshow behind the scenes, compared to the highlight reel I, and others,