I really feel like physical confidence is just the beginning of this weird, strange journey to self acceptance. it doesn’t just end with loving your body but rather, begins there. its important to remember that there’s so much more beyond that and I cannot sit here and be a false idol to anyone. I’m learning to love myself in many ways. I’m learning to accept my mood swings, bad temper, and insecurities outside of body image issues. If I want to be an advocate for anything its total self awareness and complete acceptance. thats my struggle.
I totally agree with everything you’re saying! I feel the same way when it comes to my depression and learning to love myself in all of its stages and in all times during my recovery. it’s a struggle to have really bad days/weeks/months and to feel like you can’t be a role model/speak out against self hate when it’s something youre engaged in