July 18.
This will be the first Body Image Project post that does not include a picture, but of all the parts of me that make me who I am, this one does the most.
My brain.
I’m not kidding when I say this – I believe one hundred million percent that my brain is my best feature.
I suppose that could be kind of a sad thing. In the same way people say “she’s got a great personality” to cover a perceived physical deficit, saying “my brain is my best feature” could appear to be an aesthetic cop-out.
It is, kind of, but I don’t think that’s sad.
For the majority of my life, I did not feel attractive. On bad days I STILL feel unattractive. Even now, even after all the therapy and growth, there are still days when the PMS freight train rolls into the station, unloads baggage and bloaty self-hate, throws tampons at my head, sprinkles body odor on everything, then leaves me to clean up the mess. I do not feel pretty on those days.
On those days, and on all the days I felt the same sense of disgusting worthlessness before, I chose to define my worth through the one thing I could control, and the one thing that made me unique:
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