I have a love/hate relationship with my body. There are moments where I feel so lovely and others where I can’t look in the mirror without crying. I feel so cheated, because I want to love every part of me but it sometimes feel so impossible with all the hate fat receives. But lately I have been affirming myself by saying that my body is cloaked in the lightening scars of my struggles, my growth, my success, my stretch marks. They really are so beautiful.