So Worth Loving

Stories Are Back

Hello all! 

We are so excited and ready to bring back what truly defined So Worth Loving: The stories!

These are not just any stories, but they are YOUR stories. 

We want you to share your heart through us to show someone else that they are not alone in their struggling, and even more, that they are so worth loving.

We truly feel that through these stories, we become more of a family than just a brand. 

So join the family and submit your story!

Send yours to, and with your words, you could not only be saving someone’s day, but you could also be saving someone’s life. 

Words are powerful, and so is love. Send your word-love to us and join the family!

We are stoked to have the stories back!

Terrifying trends like "thigh gap," and  "bikini bridge," are filling the minds of teens, forcing some or most of them to go under tremendous modifications to deal with the heavy pressure. 

See just how influential dangerous diet trends are in the lives of teens and twenty-somethings, as well as realize that the real diet is taking these trends out of our daily routine.

24-Hour SALE!

We are having a 24-hour sale on these two original delights!

This is our way of celebrating the fact that we have almost grown our Instagram family by 15,000!

So go to our site and snag a Nuts and Bolts tee (only $18) and/or our Ribbons and Curls tee (only $22) and continue to share the love of self and others! 

We love you guys!

Love yourself for who you are.

You are much, MUCH more valuable than you think.

Your gifts and talents have worth.

No one in this world can be you.

No one can do what you do.

No one will leave the footprint you will leave.

YOU matter.

Andrew Winchell

Check out our Monday’s post to read more of what Andrew has to share to the world who is struggling with beauty.

My Body is Beautiful

It was just a typical Thursday. A day scheduled full, class and rehearsal and gym and homework.

I was standing in my dance theory class, shoulder-to-shoulder with my classmates as we circled up in the center of the room, all the desks pushed back against the walls.

We had a guest lecturer that day, a performance artist who used her dance background to create art that challenged political, social, and cultural norms. She spoke to us about her training, how she started making performance art, what she hoped her work did. And then she told us, I want to you to try. Let’s explore a bit.

So we did. We found ourselves there, shoulder-to-shoulder.

“I’m going to say a phrase, and I want you to complete it. Whatever comes to mind. Just spit it out. Ready? Performance is…

We stood, shoulder-to-shoulder, throwing out words, nervously, quickly, quietly, loudly. We nodded and laughed and smiled.

“Performance is…Performance is not…I dance because…Dancing is…Dancing is not…My body is not…”


  • My body is not beautiful.


That was the sentence that filled my mind. My body is not beautiful.

I stood there, confused. My body is not beautiful? How could that be the way I completed the phrase, that first word that I grasped out of my consciousness?

You see, my body and I have a long history. There’s been hate, there’s been anger and harsh words. There’s been not-good-enough and not-skinny-enough and not-pretty-enough and not-strong-enough. And lately, slowly, persistently, there’s been love. And acceptance. And deciding, declaring, believing that I am beautiful. That I am enough. That I am loved, that I am worth loving, no matter what.

So why was that the only thing I could think?

My body is not beautiful.

Because years of believing that beautiful is tall, skinny, flawless, not-me – those years don’t erase quickly. Because that lie has burrowed deep, deep down into my soul.

When I look in the mirror, the first thing I spot is whatever is wrong with me.

And I am tired of that. I am so, so tired of that. I’m tired of my default being not beautiful. I’m tired of that lie owning my life. I’m tired of letting other people define my worth in sizes.

Beauty is not paint-by-numbers. Beauty does not have a single definition. Or rather, it does: You.

You are beautiful.

So I will shout from the rooftops, whisper into my reflection, ink on page after page: my body is beautiful.

I will repeat it to myself, day by day by day, until it is as steady as the beat of my heart. Until it replaces the lies.

  • Until it is the only thing I believe.

My body is beautiful.

My body is beautiful.

Written and loved on by:

-Hannah Boning