Day Two Hundred and
Fifty-Three: Bodies.
Bodies aren’t
perfect. I have had a hard time
accepting this during the time in which I spend looking at tumblr photo’s,
Vogue magazines, and other media that depict women (and men) as these perfect,
beautiful figures that have no flaws, no arks no spots no nothing. And I look at myself, and I spot my own
imperfections. My lines, marks, spots, my fat my grease my own mysterious
unfairness within my own being that shows in my mirror and is emphasized to
me. The way I see it we all dislike the
way we look to some extent, and sometimes we can’t help that, and that’s okay.
It’s okay to feel self conscious and it’s okay to feel ugly sometimes.
It’s not okay to
believe it every moment of your life. I
feel confident regardless of what I look like because if I feel good then does
it really matter? Someone told me
recently that I have a “magnetic personality” and will have no trouble finding someone
to spend the rest of my life with. I
understand that physical attraction to appearance is important on a simple,
surface level but if I’m spending a lot of time with someone it matters more to
me if they find me a wonderful, smart, funny person, not so much if I have a
thigh gap or if I have perfect hair (although those things would be lovely,
right?).
I think what gets to
us all is that feeling good and looking good go hand in hand sometimes. If I’m wearing a new dress I feel like a
hundred bucks, but if I’m wearing sweats out of the house I don’t want to see
anyone I know. It’s all a matter of how
we feel, and if you feel comfortable with who you are as a person that will
shine through, it sounds cheesy but sometimes that’s how life is.
Confidence makes it,
I think, in my opinion.
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