These photos show parts of myself I don’t always love; my hips, the scar on my back, all the painful impressions clothes leave on my skin because I’m not thin, the callous skin of my elbows, my stretch marks, body hair, my back, my tummy. It’s a constant struggle trying to accept that this is my body and I’m allowed to love it and feel comfortable and confident in it. Sometimes I feel so ashamed of my body because I feel like the realness of it is ugly. But then I realise that my body isn’t flawed, that the only flawed thing is this idea that only a perfect photoshopped body that looks like it’s never seen real life can be beautiful. Fuck that. My body is real and beautiful and every part of it is a sign of life and that in itself is beautiful. Life leaves its marks on all of us; why not embrace them?