I am a body dysmorphic, without the dysmorphic. I am a bulimic without the sick. I am fat.
“I wish so much there had been a Rae when I was growing up. It would have made my life so much easier to have had someone real on TV that I could have looked at and gone: ‘I kind of look like her. I don’t look perfect, but she’s got friends. People love her so maybe people will like me for being me. I don’t have to change. I can just be myself…’ How can kids and teenagers feel comfortable when they can’t see anyone who looks like them anywhere? (…) The thing about Rae is that no matter if you’re a boy or a girl, old or young, you can instantly relate to her because you’ve felt like that at some point. But what is normal? Normal is different to every single person.” — Sharon Rooney [x]
Confidence is the only key. I know a lot of people who aren’t ‘traditionally’ beautiful, not symmetrical or perfect-bodied or perfect-skinned. But none of that matters because all that shines though is their confidence, humor, and comfort with themselves. I can’t think of any better representation of beauty than someone who is unafraid to be herself.