Orange Drip & Unlearning Untruths

Well it’s been approximately three weeks since I last posted an outfit on the blog and I am glad to have made a reappearance. I have no doubt been doing okay. Fell a few times but I’m back up and sturdier than ever.

Debated for a while whether to post these pics from Madeira. Reason being, I have been criticised far too many times about my boobs. Because they are large, I have been taught to cover them up and hide them. I realised I have for a very long time walked around feeling ashamed about what God has blessed me with. I’ve even often said I want a reduction and I’m only waiting to do them after child birth so I can get a nip and tuck too then. The reality is, I am actually opposed to changing myself unless there is a real medical need. I do have back problems but I often do wonder if it’s a real issue or just psychosomatic based on the negativity I’ve received about them. Conditioning and criticism plays a huge role in how we view ourselves. A self-deprecating image of oneself makes you appear discontented, ungrateful and actually incapable of receiving compliments. Body shaming had plagued me since childhood when key players would call me fat and instilled words of self hate that have stayed with me several decades later. Unlearning these untruths I was told in adolescence is the hardest thing ever. In their formative years, all every child needs is words of encouragement, to be taught to love themselves and left alone to play like a kid. If I can make strides to empower myself and relearn new things, so can you.

I can now say I feel gratitude that I have been able to see clearer and speak more positively about myself. I have started talking more favourably about my breasts than negatively. What a difference a year makes. I can no longer waste time believing in lies I was told so others can feel better about themselves. I am who I am and I will forever be my own muse.

Dress: ASOS, two years ago.

Shoes: YSL

Necklace: Zara