When I was little, my mom used to joke that I should carry rocks in my pocketsπso the wind wouldnβt blow me away, since I was so small and delicate π¬οΈπ Those funny moments have stayed with me, and even though Iβve grown up since then, that warmth is still with me.
As I got older, I realized that it doesnβt matter what your body looks like, it matters how you feel. Iβm proud of my body because itβs my strength and my journey to confidence πͺπ