Body Dysmorphia

Body Dysmorphia.

Yes, I struggle with it, just like so many other women. I’m nearly 32, and it wasn’t until last November that I wore a bikini for the first time in my life.

So here’s my story.
Domestic Violence.
It nearly broke me, but it also shaped who I am today. After 13 years of DV, I finally said enough is enough. The final straw? My family being held hostage while he waited for me to come home. That was it. I left, for good.

It never gets easier, but I survived. And now?  I’m married to the most incredible man, someone who teaches me to love myself and shows me what real love looks like every single day. Someone who supports me & pushes me to succeed & be the best version of myself. 🤍 

This is a raw moment for me, something I’ve never had the confidence to share or speak openly about.

Questions about my tattoos?

My tattoo journey actually began before my weight loss. After my first child, I suffered severe postpartum depression. I couldn’t even look at myself in the mirror, I genuinely hated the reflection staring back at me. But I knew I couldn’t let my daughter grow up seeing that kind of self hate, so I made a decision: to recreate a version of myself I could be proud of.

After my last baby, I set a goal. I saved every cent I could and eventually had a tummy tuck and a breast reduction/lift. But even then, I wasn’t happy. The surgery didn’t go as planned. I felt botched.

At my heaviest, I was 96kg. Naturally curvy, with a thick booty, I wore sizes 14–16. Now, I’m a healthier and more comfortable size 8–10. But even now, body dysmorphia is something I still live with. Some days are easier, and others… not so much.

Compliments are hard for me to accept, but I’m learning. Healing takes time, but I’m getting there.

Brooklyn