It’s less about your body than you think.

You wonder if you’re worthy and when you fear that you’re not, your body takes the blame. That’s what this is about: you wanting to be loved. But standing in front of the mirror and picking apart who you are based on what you look like only withholds the very thing you really want.

What if you rewrote the script and made it less about your body? Instead, make lists of the people who care about you, the places you find joy, the times you’ve felt strong. Maybe then your script will feel more like a love letter. Maybe then you’ll look in the mirror at a body that no longer determines your worth, but envelops it. 💌