People tell me I’m not suppose to like how I look. That real women have curves, not thigh gaps. That I’m not suppose to love myself because I’m not an accurate representation of what real women look like. But I do. I love every one of my flaws and my perfections and everything about how I look
The singer recently revealed that she’s “feeling better than I’ve ever felt.”
“It’s all about self love,” Lovato wrote on Instagram earlier this month. “Tell yourself you’re beautiful daily. Be gentle with yourself. Eat carbs without guilt and remember that life is too short to worry about what others think!!”
For more on the star’s summer-ready figure, watch the video below.
The former Disney star has been all about “self love” this week, revealing that she’s “feeling better than I’ve ever felt.”
“It’s all about self love. Tell yourself you’re beautiful daily. Be gentle with yourself. Eat carbs without guilt and remember that life is too short to worry about what others think!!” she wrote on Instagram.
Prompt:“@ultrarandomfandomlove13: HIIII!! I was just wondering if you could make an Adam Driver imagine for me? Where him and the reader are in a movie together (maybe Star Wars VIII or something) and the reader is his love interest and they do an interview together. Just some fluff and stuff. Thanks!!”
A/N: Sorry this took so long! Life has actually been kicking my ass and I wanted to give you something good that wasn’t rushed and sloppy (hopefully this isn’t that) but anyways, here you go! Hope you enjoy and everyone else does as well. I’m not normally inclined to do an Adam Driver imagine if I’m being honest, but it was cute and fun to write so why not. Needed a break from working on my upcoming fic. Also that video of the reader and Adam is based on a very real experience of mine with some friends during a play I was in.
Word count: 2,294
Letting out a yawn and closing your eyes, you sit back in the chair on set for an interview.
“Aren’t we sleepy?” You hear a familiar deep voice say and snap your eyes open to see Adam walking onto set, greeting the crew graciously and then turning his attention back to you. You send a sheepish smile his way and shrug.
“I didn’t think it was that obvious.” You chucked a bit. It’s been a busy few days with your announcement of being cast in the newest addition to the Star Wars series being let out for the world to hear. Interviews were just now starting and they seemingly were never ending judging by your bookings. And yet, it had its perks. Like today, you got to do a joint interview with Adam and that made things feel a lot easier since you felt at ease and comfortable around him. You two had grown close considering how much you had worked with each other over the course of filming. It was a nice break from feeling tense and a bit awkward in interviews alone, you were never one to really enjoy the spotlight on you but you might as well get used to it. At least you had someone to bounce back off of now.
I honestly never thought I would have the confidence to do this.
At first, I wanted to be super confident and post a photo of me in my underwear. But then the self hate began to fill me, and I thought ‘better of it’.
But why? Why didn’t I post a photo of myself, standing tall and proud in my natural skin? With no make up, hair still damp from the shower, my cheeks still red from the hot water, why didn’t I show you all of me?
Because of my self hate. I can sit here and tell you, whoever you may be, that I have hated myself since I was the tender age of 9. I have hated my natural dark brown hair, my stomach fat, my small boobs, my height, my short, fat legs, I could go on for hours.
However, this isn’t the problem. The problem is why I hate myself. I hate myself for two main reasons:
2) The way I have been treated my entire life
So, the first one, society. Well that’s pretty obvious. I’m not a stick thin, blonde, big boobed bimbo, like the ones that are constantly shoved down our throats by the media. I don’t have the super long legs or the flawless skin or the long straight hair. I never will have any of that. I’ll never be on the cover of Vogue, or Cosmo, I’ll never be that 'sexy, gorgeous woman’ who every little girl wants to be.
2) My life has been an interesting one. Being bullied since the age of 5, I have grown up to be tough and stubborn. I have self harmed and attempted suicide, I have starved myself and made myself sick, literally, all for the sake of the perfect body, the perfect look. I have always been judged, for not fitting in with the 'perfect woman’ stereotype. God knows I have wanted to and I have tried so hard, but I’m not meant to be that way. I have been called all sorts, and all of them have stuck. I see myself in mirrors and all I can think of is those words, how it’s not Alex staring back, it’s some huge, fat, ugly, bitch. How could I let this happen to myself? Who would want me? Why don’t I just try harder? Those people have no idea how hard I have tried.
I know what you’re thinking, why all this? Why pour my heart out on Tumblr? Because I wanted to say something I never thought I would ever say, let alone think:
I love me.
I love every little imperfection. I love every little line, crease, roll, bruise, scar, freckle and hair. I love the fact I have thighs, hips, boobs and an arse, like real women should. So what if I don’t fit in to society’s opinion of the perfect woman? I am my own version on perfection, I am my own masterpiece.
Don’t read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Be true to yourself and don’t ever give in, don’t ever give up.