I'm pretty sure this indicates that I don't love and accept myself the way I am. At least on the outside.
I heard about the #365FeministSelfie on Twitter one night a couple of months ago. I thought, I should do that. I bet it would help me learn to accept myself.
Or at least get better at taking selfies.
But then I promptly forgot about it, because my brain is a sieve and I didn't write it down. Or maybe because I wanted to forget about it, because the idea of taking pictures of myself on a regular basis makes me extremely uncomfortable - never mind actually having to share them with people.
And yet.
I want a world where women of all sizes, shapes, styles and colors are considered beautiful. I want a world in which women stop obsessing about the last five pounds and use that energy to run for political office. I want a world in which we all love our bodies and treat them with care and respect.
I want to make healthy choices not because I'm hoping to lose weight and then love myself, but just because I love myself as I am.
I do not want to hate almost* every single picture of myself taken after 2002.
*I don't hate this one and it's from 2006. Though there is technically a kid with me (Lovebug) and there's the whole breastfeeding on a glacier coolness factor.
So this is me trying to take a selfie.
I hate this picture.
But I'm posting it anyway.
Hoping for radical self-acceptance to magically appear.