After my blog post this morning I went to Manchester Art Gallery and accidentally found the remedy for lack of body confidence:
NAKED PAINTINGS FROM TIME GONE BY.
Turns out I have the body of a goddess.
Peace out. x
PS. I’m not joking. Get off social media for two mins and go to a gallery, it’s sobering as hell. After everything I was talking about this morning I’ve never been so happy to see so many natural breasts/fresh faces in my life.
This woman, Sappho, was a Greek poet/rebel/sex icon and made me feel dead powerful today. If I’m ever feeling shit I’m going to go and give her a visit…
I think she’d tell me I’m doing just fine.