22/02/2026
I’ve been moving through this process lately…
Looking at parts of my body and seeing what I wished were different
The loose skin on my belly & thighs after significant fat loss
The deep stretch marks from carrying my babies
Scars from old trauma
Scars from childhood accidents
The marks, the texture, the places life has touched me and left its signature
I quietly compared myself , judged…wished for tighter smoother less scarred
I’ve spent years putting in the work to transform …and still found myself struggling to fully love it
I’ve tried to push these feelings aside and just ignore them as I ‘should know better’ but I realised that this is part of the gift …acknowledging the shadows…working through …
Realising that these parts need understanding & recognition as this is part of the healing process
Recently something has shifted
I stopped looking at my body through the lens of perfection….
And started seeing her through the lens of truth
This body has carried me through SO MUCH
Loss. Grief. Healing. Birth. Death. Survival. Transformation.
This body has survived 2 nervous breakdowns. PTSD. Addiction. Illness.
She has held me while I rebuilt my life
She has grown stronger with me
She has walked me through pain, growth, becoming her
And now today- I can honestly I love her
Because she is mine.
Because she tells the story of a life FULLY lived.
A life of creation, courage, heartbreak, healing , strength.
These marks are not flaws
They are evidence
They are history
They are artwork at its finest
Markings. Storylines. Song lines. Ancestral.
There is something deeply powerful about loving the story of your body - not just the parts the world tells you are acceptable, but all of it.
The softness
The strength
The scars
The skin
The proof of life
This is art
I honour her ♥️
If you’ve ever struggled to love your body, I hope this reminds you:your story is not something to hide
Thankyou to Marcus for holding a safe container for this shoot 🙏🏼
This was deeply powerful & healing ❤️🩹
