Umbrellas in a body shame storm

Picture of me (a white non-binary person in their 30s) touching my head and looking in the mirror while holding my camera

When you allow others to determine how you show up, you give away your power and freedom. I am not willing to do that, not anymore. No! Whenever shame shows up, I acknowledge its presence and that we go waaaay back, shame and I, but I am not welcoming it anymore, because it takes away freedom, creativity, joy, fun, and my sense of purpose. Just a few little things that make life worth living, no biggies...