I've always had a half-obsession with how I looked. Just half, cause I would complain about it without actually doing anything to improve it.
As shallow as it sounds, every little weight gain I go through brings me down (and leads to eating loads of chocolate…). I've always had a hard time accepting the fact that I'm curvyer than skinny, and sometimes even chubbier than curvy. But at the end of the day, my legs take me wherever I want and my body works. And, after all, there's not one recipe for beauty.
These pics are a clumsy attempt of conquering my right to feel good and beautiful in my own body.



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