It's funny how there are just some words that can have such a personally negative connotation to them.
For me, that word has always been curvy.
So, I surprised myself when I casually typed it into my last outfit post (and left it there!) when discussing crop tops ... and then posted using the dreaded 'c word' again on Instagram.
After posting about being curvy, I began to wonder why I hated the word so much in the first place.
(Real talk alert in 3 ... 2 ... 1)
For as long as I can remember, I've wanted to be one of those woman who are considered 'petite'. So, when people referred to me as being "curvy," it always felt like they were somehow adding insult to the injury of my feeling about my figure.
And I've found that during my five-year journey as a blogger, I've fallen into the dangerous trap of comparing myself to others. From their seemingly endless flow of new CHANEL bags, attractive boyfriends and fabulous vacations, to their #thighgaps and sample-size figures, I've never been able to escape the feeling of measuring up against others.
But I can't say that I feel that way anymore.
Maybe it's because I'm turning 30 in a few months, or maybe it's just that I've finally learned to fully accept and appreciate my natural-born figure —but whatever it is, I'm now a-OK with the idea of being considered curvy.
I'm proud of the way I look. And while I will acknowledge that there will likely always be room for improvement, and that some things such as short shorts will never look good on me, I no longer feel the nagging urge to change myself.
So, there you have it. Hello. My name is Aleesha, and I'm curvy. :)
Thank you for stopping by!
Shirt: Joe Fresh (similar here) | Skirt: Aritzia | Belt: B Low the Belt | Sunglasses: Ray Ban | Bag: Moschino | Shoes: J.Crew (old but similar here)