When you live in a world, where everywhere you look, everywhere you go, and everywhere you turn is obsessed with body image, fashion and looks, it’s hard to love yourself.
I’m not like the girls in the magazines, on the TV or in the shops.
I have scars, I have cuts, I bruises and rashes. I don’t have perfect skin, I don’t have the perfect shape and I don’t have the perfect looks.
There are days where I can’t even bring myself to look in the mirror because I don’t want to upset myself with what I look like. That’s not right, and why am I upset?! Because I don’t look like what I see everyday and what I see everywhere.
To me, that’s wrong.