look. i don’t think my stretch marks are beautiful. i don’t think they’re tiger stripes or natural tattooos. i don’t think my acne is beautiful. i don’t think the bags under my eyes are beautiful. i just think they’re human. and i don’t think i have to be beautiful all of the time in order to be accepted and loved and sucessful. i don’t think every small detail of my outer appearence needs to be translated into prettiness.

Never do I post pics on here and especially like these because of all the creeps on here but this year I’ve learned to love myself. For the longest time I would be ashamed of my thighs, butts, boobs, cellulite and stretch marks but not anymore I’m glad to be who I am and how I am. I understand that not everyone will think I’m beautiful or none at all but I love me and that’s all that matters 💜

(If you take this caption off too sexualize me I’ll hunt you down)

Perfect

Shawn x Reader

You sighed yet again while slamming your pencil down onto your desk and rubbing your temples.

“You okay over there”, Shawn asked from the couch with a chuckle.

You didn’t respond, the stress over taking your body. It was impossible to work, go to school, and rarely have Shawn home. Luckily, you did for the next month. But were you to do after that?

“Baby”, Shawn asked you while closing his laptop, putting it aside, and sitting up.

You stayed silent as you choked back sobs. Silent tears rolled down your cheek now, you only hoped he was staring at the ones that were falling onto your paper. Finally, you had to breathe and you let out a sniffle.

“Aww come here princess”, Shawn held his arms open. He knew that in these situations, you had to make the move or it would make things worse. You felt helpless if he came to your aid, you had to make the decision.

Tonight, you got up from your seat with tears streaming down your face. You fell into his arms that welcomingly wrapped around you, “I’m so stressed”, you cried.

“I know baby”, he rubbed your back soothingly, “Wanna talk about it?”

You pulled away and wiped your tears, trying to calm yourself down a bit, “Work, school, barely having you here”, you cried into your hands, “I feel helpless. I’m not getting any younger either and it’s just….life is passing me by.”

“No, it’s not. I’m here and as long as we do this together, that’s our lives”, he smiled.

“Wanna know something”, you asked him.

“Hm”, he responded while playing with your hair.

“I was reading comments this morning”, you began.

Shawn rolled is eyes and let out a sigh, “I don’t know why you read those. I told you not to, Y/N, it’s really hard to help you when you’re not making an effort to stop looking at it”, he exclaimed. It stressed him out to see you upset over what the haters were saying, he only wanted you to be happy.

A hot tear fell down your face at his words, you quickly wiped it and continued, “It was from our trip to the Bahamas. They said that my stretch marks were ugly”, you sobbed.

“Y/N”, he cooed while rubbing your back again.

“It didn’t phase me because those same people probably have them. I call them my tiger stripes, it doesn’t bother me. But the point is that I felt like I meant something because they bullied this girl who defended me for the same thing”, I explained as more tears fell down my face, “I then dmed her and we talked about, she’s super sweet. I made her day and that’s what’s been keeping me going all day. That was the best part of my day and….I was so happy”, you finished.

“How did I get so lucky to be with someone so perfect”, Shawn asked while caressing your cheek.

You blushed, “I’m far from perfect.”

“But you’re perfect for me and that’s all that matters.”

“Save it for the High Priest honey, you’re gonna need it.” ✨

I love this photo!! I found it cleaning out old emails. I think one of my biggest victory laps was doing a costume in spite of having stretch marks on the sides of my legs and thighs(this also went for my ME!ME!ME! costume), and also sewing a costume for the very first time! Sure, editing all of the “imperfections” out looks good and might have a flawless finish but I can’t forget to acknowledge that we’re all real people outside of this– not always as polished and pretty as these shoots allow us to be, regardless of how much I appreciate and love what photographers can do and their incredible artistic visions. We all have flaws and imperfections, but it makes us all so terribly human. I hope everyone is able to feel comfortable in their own skin, the way this hobby has allowed me to be in mine.

Photo by Benjamin A. Pete Photography(be_atlanta)