a great weekend to make up for the back-breaking thur&fri shift. 😎 send off for Ian! We love you!!! @itsianharvey #weekendwarrior #weekendwonder (at The Linden Suites)

a great weekend to make up for the back-breaking thur&fri shift. 😎 send off for Ian! We love you!!! @itsianharvey #weekendwarrior #weekendwonder (at The Linden Suites)

When the world gets too cruel, i will shelter you. My love for you will hold you up. I am strong enough to weather these storms.

I have been struggling with positive body image for years and i believe that i still am. It’s a journey that i am currently on, with hits and misses everywhere. Last sunday, i decided to cut my hair short again. 
One of the things that i held on since i was a kid was my hair.
Growing up in a society where long hair is an attribute of beauty. Which it is. But i held onto it like a security blanket. I grew my hair, thinking it will hide who i really am. 
Being free of it fills me with this sense of accomplishment.
You look at me.
This is me. Just this tuft of hair. It makes people look at my face, which terrified me before. And still does sometimes.
But i keep my head up.
Cheers to facing fears and acceptance ~*

I have been struggling with positive body image for years and i believe that i still am. It’s a journey that i am currently on, with hits and misses everywhere. Last sunday, i decided to cut my hair short again.
One of the things that i held on since i was a kid was my hair.
Growing up in a society where long hair is an attribute of beauty. Which it is. But i held onto it like a security blanket. I grew my hair, thinking it will hide who i really am.
Being free of it fills me with this sense of accomplishment.
You look at me.
This is me. Just this tuft of hair. It makes people look at my face, which terrified me before. And still does sometimes.
But i keep my head up.
Cheers to facing fears and acceptance ~*

old wounds leave scars,
Memories that is better forgotten.
They made me stronger, but going back just makes it a hell lot harder for me.
I hope i would get to a point that i genuinely don’t give a fuck about the opinion of other people.
Other, meaning those who do not know me and are not on my close circle of friends anyway.
I think,
The trauma of just all the negative words being thrown at you,
The psychologic shit that hits you. Making you think that you are not good enough.
I have struggled with self acceptance and positive body image for so long.
There are good days,
And i know there will be bad days.
I think, i will never be completely healed.
But its a matter of choosing to cope.
Choosing to move on and recover. That is the difference from jumping off the cliff and being done with it all.
Now, I would say i am much much better.
There are slips and stumbles along the way but I always choose me.
I guess it all comes down to believing that all i have is myself. No one is gonna help me.
No one is gonna clean my shit for me.
I have a very loving group of people around me,
But personally, i prefer to not depend on anyone.
I stand up and be awesome again.
Here is to hoping that the choice stays everyday.
Here is to acceptance.

Chai tea latte and Reads. 😍😍😍

Chai tea latte and Reads. 😍😍😍