Some Days, I Still Just Really Hate My Body

There. I said it. It’s true. I hate my body. Not every day, not all the time, but more often than I would like to admit. I’m that girl. The girl always building others up. I give out compliments like my life depends on it. At times, even I forget that it’s not actually my life’s work to go around sprinkling confetti and glitter and spreading self-love. I’m always telling those around me to love themselves. My…