My new 3 weeks hippie pants rolls down when I sit. I just want to be able to know what loving yourself feels like. I want to feel comfortable in my body, not like I have been stuffed inside someone else. I just want to live the kind of life that so many take for granted. First slay from my new house! The walk in wardrobe is making it both easier and harder to put outfits together.
Okay, so this I got a request to post the first chapter of my original story. I repeat the words over and over again in my head like a mantra. Now is not the time to be a wuss. Now is the time to be strong. I pop open my knock-off Chanel clutch and pull out a well worn photograph of me, dad and Jason the day Sophie was born.