Everyday, every moment, every where I look, everything has never failed to remind me how imperfect I am being a woman
I never thought I’m physically good enough nor attractive in my teens’ years, 20ies up to mid 30ies. The way I look at my own appearance has changed tremendously, I feel good in my own skin, or to put it in a “Billie Eilish” reverse mode: I have a good relationship with my body now.
Perhaps because I’m in my early forties now, an age where a woman starts to not give a damn about others opinion on how she supposed to look, or perhaps because I’m living my life happily, surrounded by my favorite humans. Or… Perhaps I myself Start to believe that I’m worthy, I am a beauty in my own terms.
Cheers, yes, grows into your beautiful minds, the rest will follow.
Karin Sabrina