Selfie I took before going to his place to be broken up with.

Selfie I took before going to his place to be broken up with.

I take a lot of "selfies." It has taken me a long time to love myself, and it still is hard some days. So, I like to document the days where I really am feeling in love with myself, my appearance, my everything. 

Growing up, I hated how I looked. I thought my nose was too big and broad, my lips were too thin, my forehead too big, my face too oval, my head too big. I was a ballerina from the age of 7 until 18, and this fucked with my self image even more. I always had a booty. Even at my thinnest, I still had that goddamn booty. In middle school, I remember being told by white boys that I had a "ghetto booty" and not in a positive way (not to mention how goddamn problematic saying that is anyways, ugh). But I digress...

The point is... it has taken me a long time to be comfortable with how I look. I take selfies about every other day, and after my breakup this past May, the selfies continued. I documented my appearance after a truly horrendous breakup (he cheated on me, but I didn't find out until a month after he broke up with me).

So, without further ado... here are my (every other) daily selfies after my hideous, heart imploding breakup (from May 10th, 2014 to today, September 16, 2014.

 

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