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Real life- @colorsof_opal: "This was photo was taken by my old man. He's like, whispering a little, as if he knew to tread lightly, "babe.." he looks up from the camera, "you know your stomach is in it right?" Referring to the photograph he hovered above me to take. I laugh. Because he knows me. He knows how much this libra values beautiful things, I am vain. I've been vain all of my life, looking first at someone's nose, judging by its width, then scrutinizing the hair, feeling inferior to longer, looser strands or immediately disarmed by shorter, coily curls. Brainwashed. Searching for remnants of what "they've" conditioned me to find beautiful. With myself, pregnancy seems to be an opportunity to "be free" and not so anxious, eating my feelings while biding my time until D-Day. Postpartum for me is like, the bigger I get, the worst it makes me feel, but that was before. That was before I decided to love me, accept me, like me, no matter my size. Even at 140 lb., I couldn't bare the sight of my wrinkled belly, the love handles that still wouldn't go the fuck away, a nose that I felt was too wide, hair not big enough, curls not loose enough. It never mattered if I was thin, thick, or obese, I'd find something to hate about my reflection, as if I were expecting it to look like someone else. The problem I had was learned, engraved, hatred towards anything that did not fit, did not look like the photoshopped, cropped, filtered, hydrogel infused images of what I've grown accustomed to love. Loving those bodies so much, made it easy for me to hate my own.... // f*** that now, f*** alladat. *
Yes I am aware that my oatmeal pie is showing. And nah I am not ashamed.
This belly carried 3 lives that I couldn't imagine living without. If the cross to bare is a wrinkled belly because of it, I can be thankful. Truly, if the only problem I have with this "able" body is stretch marks and a wrinkled mid section, I think I am doing ok. 🙏🏽👌🏽 #effyourbeautystandards"
A rare occasion of me wearing pink 💓 lol Also, this is the result of me wearing my hair in braids for 4 days! I like the fact that braidouts stretch out my hair, but they literally make me look like a I have a whole different curl pattern. lol