At the age of 8, I remember looking in the mirror and thinking, I know what’s wrong with me. My thighs are too big. With my “1989” CD clutched in my hand, I desired to have Taylor Swift’s long, slender legs. That’s all I wanted. I hated my thunder thighs and prayed to have legs that resembled toothpicks. My brain was trained to only see beauty in myself if I was skinny. The women I idolized were starving models in magazines, surgically-altered actresses and airbrushed female characters in media. And if I didn’t look like them, then I was ugly by society’s standards.   But that’s not true.  To read more, click the link in bio. #storybybellabroce #socialmediabydevonmcfadden #pagedesignbyjuliacampbell #artbyfrancescalorusso