From the Nugamag Magazine I was featured in <3 I'm not sure..

From the Nugamag Magazine I was featured in <3

I'm not sure you can clearly read what I wrote so here it is,

From a very early age I remember always looking up to my older sister for validation. She always seemed to be one step ahead of me (of course she was 2yrs older) and naturally that made me feel like my baby fat ridden body was not beautiful. Once I hit an age where it was normal to go online and use social media, I naturally conformed to the beauty standard of women. Makeup, tight pants, cleavage (which I never had).
Once I turned 16 years, I started Hot yoga and fell in love with it! I learned how strong my body was. how perfectly made my body is. How I don’t need big boobs or hips to be beautiful. I can eat a cookie and still be as beautiful.
There were many hard times when I felt I needed to wear push-up bras and shorts that showed my butt. I only felt beautiful if I’d wear make up and burn my hair to a crisp even though I already had naturally beautiful and straight hair. I would even use the words “ugly” and “fat” to describe myself out loud and in my head.
It wasn’t until I started to really look inward, of course hot yoga really helped. I ended up becoming so clearly connected with my body, my intuition seemed not of this world and when I started to listen to her (my body), I started to give her everything she needed and wanted.

Still to this day I have self doubt from time to time. But I have learned that the deeper I connect with myself, it is that much easier to connect with humans around me and with that I become more self confident with every breath I take.
I have also gone through a rough patch where I couldn’t understand why being a “woman” has so many rules, so many standards. Of course men, have this social standard dilemma as well. I started to wonder weather I wanted to be female. I love my female body, but I would come to these conclusions that I wasn’t a real woman because I didn’t fit into this box.
Through out the past couple of years I have learned that my biological gender doesen’t matter, I can ebb and flow within the fluidity of the masculine and feminine. It doesn’t make me any less of a woman. I see myself
as a goddess, as well as others. And with this understanding that we are all beauty within the feminine and masculine, I can only continue to raise the vibration of self love and exhale that out to the world around me.

Under the second photo I wrote:

I do love the curves and smooth skin, small nipples and short legs I was born with. But my vessel is only the outside. My love for my body is more than what she looks like. My love for my body comes from within.
I can feel the warmth of my veins, the knowledge of my nervous system and the balance of the hormones my body naturally knows how to regulate. I am honored to carry such an immensely powerful body, full of intuition and understanding.
The most amazing part of my body is the knowledge
my body holds, how to heal, soothe and energize for whatever my day has to offer. I see beauty in my green eyes and pink lips, but what means more to me is the incredible element of how my eyes can see the colors and recognize the world surrounding me. My lips can connect with others around me by touch and that is the real beauty. It has felt like a life time to learn this connection between my mind, body and the world around me and that is what I admire most about my body.

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