Over the years I’ve grown increasingly comfortable with being in my own skin. I’ve become aware of what looks bad, good and better (miniskirts+skinny jeans, maxi dresses, destroyed, cuffed boyfriend denim) to compliment my flaws & accentuate my strengths. That being said, my natural body shape mirrors those of the women on my dad’s side of the family - voluptuous and tall. HAHA. I hit the gym hard regularly and try to watch what I eat to stay at least somewhat toned. I used to be miserable that I wasn’t a flat, stick thin size 0 like all the other Asian girls I knew, but that got old real quick. While I’d love to have a perfect dancer or yogi physique, my genetics simply won’t allow for it so I try to stay in as best shape as I can, in accordance with my current muscle mass & height (5’10). The only aspect that I’m horrifically self-conscious about and hate are my legs/calves. I’ve had nightmares ever since my basketball coach in high school nicknamed me Calvzilla Jr. :/ A 23” vert was cool at the time, but being able to wear boots or short skirts would be much cooler now…