Feeling confident in my own body has always been something that has seemed to elude me. From a young age, I was taught by religious leaders that my own body was dangerous - something that would cause sin and evil if shown to others. Turns out, it’s pretty near impossible to feel at home in your own body with guilt, shame, and fear hanging over you. Thankfully, I no longer feel as though I’m “wrong” or “sinful”, but old habits are the hardest to break. I’m proud of my body and her ability to persevere, create, and hold space. She’s taken me through 24 years of life, and she is the only home I will truly ever have. Nowadays, I remind myself that it’s okay to feel confident, and that shrinking or hiding myself doesn’t do the world any good.