This is a piece I wrote not for class but as part of my own creative writing endeavors. I remember the particular day I wrote this. I was feeling incredibly down on myself but not because of what I saw when I looked in the mirror but instead because of the pain in the words people had said to me. It was the middle of the summer when I always feel that body shaming and negativity is at its highest, but somehow this concept of body positivity is plastered everywhere. It portrays a feeling I’ve felt most of my life but never really knew how to put on paper until this particular moment. The conflicting messages of feeling like I should love my body but at the same time being told I should be ashamed. I love writing in a way that I feel like can inspire others and provide greater meaning and understanding. I don’t know if this piece perfectly does that and I haven’t shared it with anyone until now. But it was very therapeutic in allowing me to express difficult emotions I was feeling at the time.