Ever since I can remember I’ve been insecure about my chest size. It first started in High School when I was teased by boys in my grade (I could land a plane on your chest) and continued to become a growing insecurity of mine as I grew older. It took me while and lots of self motivation to realize that my chest size doesn’t make me sexy and I’m just as sexy with a small chest. Now being at the gym five days a week, I’m thankful I don’t have a big chest. I’ve accepted the fact that I’m blessed with how my body is suppose to look and sex appeal doesn’t come from having big boobs. I try not to let people’s opinions of me affect the way I see myself. Moral of my story is everyone has insecurities and we are all flawed but accepting our flaws makes us unique and beautiful.
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