My body consists of many things: hair, stretch marks, cellulite, bumps and the softness of my rolls. All which are seen as flaws.

As if none of these were natural as if such things are controllable.

The years where I am ashamed of having dark-haired arms, of having stretch marks on my thighs, of seeing the cellulite on my legs when I wear shorts, of thinking a size zero is perfect -- those years are in the past now.

Society, media and so much more has such a big image constructed around what "beautiful" is and what our bodies have to look like to be considered beautiful. This destroys women. It creates the wrong mindset, the wrong motives, and our insecurities feed off it.

Body hair is something I see a lot of women now embracing and its great, but while most white feminists are looked up to it, women of color are made fun of and even questioned. Having hair on our bodies is natural, and embracing it shouldn't even have had to be an act of revolution. Through the years, it should've stayed and been normalized.

As a young girl, I would always hear my girlfriends talk about shaving their arms. I would be ashamed to have hair on my arms — noticeable hairs at that. I hated having hair on my back, on my stomach. I even went out of my way to shave my stomach and get rid of all the hairs on my body. I did that for years — until I stopped.

I realized I shouldn't care. If someone was going to judge me based off of my hair, I wouldn't even want to associate myself with them. All that mattered was that I was comfortable in my own skin — and I was, still am. As soon as I stopped getting rid of my hairs, I felt much more comfortable. Much more like myself.

Everyone thinks we have to live up to expectations set in order to be beautiful, but we don't. Loving ourselves and sharing that with others will eventually deconstruct beauty standards.

Loving yourself is an act of revolution.