A little fact about me; I am a cancer survivor. I realize I don’t have a lot of photos of myself during my treatment. I was in a dark place. I didn’t feel comfortable with myself anymore. When I looked in the mirror, I couldn’t recognize who I saw. I had held on so tightly to my idea of what I was suppose to look like. Straining to let go and detangle this grip from a version of myself I had transformed and grew out from. This body was left with dark marks that I imagined as various shapes and objects, like how you would with clouds in the sky. An intrusive scar that slithers down through me, creating the look of two half’s to what was once a whole. For a while I saw them as flaws, playing a mental game of “spot what doesn’t belong”. But now when I look back at old photos and memories from before this transition, I don’t make out the girl in the frame. With the long hair and skin plain, boring without any intricate details. As if I was staring at a zebra without its stripes, or a forest without trees. Becoming conscious of the form I am truly meant to reside in this moment of life, I’ve never felt more myself. And I wake up everyday appreciative and honoured to live beautifully as the young woman I show up as, to the world. Happy National Cancer Survivors Day to all our survivors and to those who are fighting for their lives right now ❤️ Please feel free to donate to our wonderful charities of your choice as I have with @tinaswish a non profit organization bringing more awareness to early detection for ovarian cancer and providing information about early signs and symptoms that a large majority of people (including myself) are unaware of. Thanks for reading 🙏🏻😌😘 #nationalcancersurvivorsday