I know I’m a bit late with the ‘end of summer’ content, but thought it particularly poignant... it’s almost two years to the day that I whipped my top off on that unsuspecting beach in Worthing. The first time in my whole adult life. The very day I suddenly stopped giving a shit what other people thought of my body, the moment I felt more free than I have ever felt before. It’s definitely been up and down since, we all have bad body days, right? But it’s now two whole summers that I have sat round a pool with no top on with (almost) zero negative thoughts about the worthiness of my body, not caring at all what other people thought, not that they were looking anyway (which for anyone with body issues is part of the worry). It ain’t easy, I still struggle most weeks, but if you would have told 25 year old Simon that he would be doing this, he would NEVER have believed you. So try it... it might also set you free(ish) 🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼