Perfection

I really dont consider anything perfect... I think situations, people, animals and everything else can be beautiful, inspiring, helpful, a learning opportunity. I dont consider myself perfect in anyway, but after years and years of struggling with accepting my body and myself completely, I've come to love it and understand it, and be confident in the skin I'm in. I can only hope everyone has an opportunity to feel this way about their body, and themselves, at some point in their lives. my body is forever changing, whether its a new diagnosis or my fluctuation in weight, I'm never the same all the time and I'm okay with that now. I do compare myself to other people, but I dont do it in a negative way, I acknowledge that I'm bigger than most of my friends, but my stomach is beautiful! my favorite thing to see is a person being confident in their clothes and body, I honestly dont care if you're completely covered or completely naked, I say live your best life, wear that bikini, wear that over sized sweater, dont care what people think! my philosophy is, as long as I'm not hurting anyone, I am going to live my life how I want to live my life, wear what I love to wear and put my makeup on how I want to wear it, do my hair how I want!

something I love about my kitten, Lexie, is she has mostly black whiskers, but she has 3 or 4 white whiskers! something I love about my dog, Sloane, is her 1 white paw – that we affectionately call her sugar foot – and the 2 black nails and 2 white nails that she has on that foot! 

I love my scars, stretch marks and birth marks! I have a birth mark on my left thigh, near the top of my knee, I love it because my mom has one in the same spot, just a bit bigger, I feel special that I got to have it and match with my mom, not once have I been ashamed of that birth mark, even when I hated my body the most (it is pictured below). I have scars from surgeries that have helped me live to this day. I have scars from self harm, and while I'm not proud of my self harming, I am incredibly proud of my perseverance and making it to 3+ years clean of it (the last time I did it was in December 2013).

I am proud of the strides I've made throughout my life, and if those strides come with some scars or stretch marks, I feel pretty damn proud of those scars and stretch marks.
(the red scratch on visible on picture #4 is from Lexie)