“I am obsessed with becoming a woman comfortable in her own skin.” - Sandra Cisneros
I’m starting to document the moments when I feel good, when I wake up and my body is not my enemy. I document those moments so that on the days when I look in the mirror and the voices around me tell me I am disgusting-ugly-hideous and my instinct is to hide under the covers away from the world, I can remember. And this is what I want to remember: the feeling of aliveness when I sway through an empty house singing along to my ukulele, the light in my eyes that wasn’t always there, and the sense of self that comes with feeling at home in your body. I want to remember the ease of the laughter on these days and the way my voice sounds when I’m talking to beloved friends on the phone. I want to remember my body as a friend. So if it seems like I post pictures of myself often, it’s because I do. Because I want to remember.