This is my bold proclamation. The “Your” I’m invoking is none other than myself; I am “Your.” I am the “Your” who has been bombarded with the message that perfectly spaced eyes, sculpted cheekbones, and luscious lips define beauty. I am the “Your” who fell for the lie that to be desirable, I must beContinue reading “I Don’t Have To Conform To Your Idea Of Beauty To Be Beautiful”