We all have a few things about ourselves that we don’t find attractive, and it can be tough to learn to love those parts. Body image is a complex thing, and it’s hard to make progress if you don’t first learn to love yourself. For years, I’ve struggled with my weight and my hairy chest, but I’m working on it. I’ve come to realize that my view of myself isn’t necessarily how others see me.
Last night was a breakthrough for me. Thanks to a dinner party and a Britney Glee viewing event, I found the courage not just to show my body to my friends, but to the entire gay community of Tuscaloosa. I went out wearing nothing but an open blazer, a tie, a smile, and a hot pair of red Jessica Simpson heels—just for fun. (Shoutout to Elizabeth for the shoe loan!)
Looking over the pictures today, I was surprised to find that I wasn’t as hard on myself as I thought I’d be. That’s mostly because my friends had my back, and I had an absolute blast dancing and showing the world—and myself—that for one night, I didn’t care about anyone’s opinions or my flaws. I felt attractive and truly comfortable in my own skin.
It felt amazing to embrace myself physically for just one night. I’m so used to covering up my flaws, trying to look heavier, and hiding my chest as much as possible. But maybe this is a sign that I’m growing more comfortable with who I am. I’m proud of myself for this step forward.
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