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Everyone has insecurities. No matter how seemingly perfect, there is SOMETHING that person is self-conscious or unsure of about themselves. Big pores, overweight, under weight, weird nipples, too much body hair, knobby knees, crooked teeth, ears that stick out, thin hair, small eyes, buck teeth, hands that are too big or small, visible scars, an upturned nose, thick thighs, no butt, big feet, ugly toes, large ankles, dimples, bad skin, bad breath--something, anything that makes them uncomfortable with themselves, vulnerable to criticism.
No matter what, there is that one thing, that one thing that whispers wicked insecurities into your subconscious, that one thing that makes you blush, fumble, falter. That one thing that wrecks your day, wrecks your self-esteem, wrecks your life. Or seems to. It's the little thing that, to you, isn't so little. It's the thing that makes you late you school, work, or appointments because you were fretting over it. It's the reason you won't wear a swim suit, or put your hair up, or look people in the eye. It's the reason you won't genuinly smile. It's the thing that stands between you and what you want with everything you are. It holds you back. It tells you, incorrectly, that you can't accomplish anything, since you're cursed with imperfection.
But you can. You can do anything, because imperfection is beauty. To someone, those beady eyes, those knobby knees, that belly bulge, those awkward ears, those dimples, those thick thighs, those crooked teeth, those hands ARE PERFECTION. And to be comfortable with yourself, to let those people love you fully, you have to see it, too.
Look past the surface and immerse yourself in your imperfection. Really look at who you are, and if you're not satisfied with that person, take steps to change. But give that person a chance first--they are broken and flawed but the epitome of beauty.
They deserve a chance.
Why strive for society's view of perfection, when you are fine just the way you are?
I don't really know what provoked me to write this, but I suppose a conversation I had last night about me FINALLY really coming into terms with my looks did. It took me such a long time to finally be comfortable with myself.
Oh, and guess who's really happy with herself despite having a million flaws?
::raises hand::
:)
No matter what, there is that one thing, that one thing that whispers wicked insecurities into your subconscious, that one thing that makes you blush, fumble, falter. That one thing that wrecks your day, wrecks your self-esteem, wrecks your life. Or seems to. It's the little thing that, to you, isn't so little. It's the thing that makes you late you school, work, or appointments because you were fretting over it. It's the reason you won't wear a swim suit, or put your hair up, or look people in the eye. It's the reason you won't genuinly smile. It's the thing that stands between you and what you want with everything you are. It holds you back. It tells you, incorrectly, that you can't accomplish anything, since you're cursed with imperfection.
But you can. You can do anything, because imperfection is beauty. To someone, those beady eyes, those knobby knees, that belly bulge, those awkward ears, those dimples, those thick thighs, those crooked teeth, those hands ARE PERFECTION. And to be comfortable with yourself, to let those people love you fully, you have to see it, too.
Look past the surface and immerse yourself in your imperfection. Really look at who you are, and if you're not satisfied with that person, take steps to change. But give that person a chance first--they are broken and flawed but the epitome of beauty.
They deserve a chance.
Why strive for society's view of perfection, when you are fine just the way you are?
I don't really know what provoked me to write this, but I suppose a conversation I had last night about me FINALLY really coming into terms with my looks did. It took me such a long time to finally be comfortable with myself.
Oh, and guess who's really happy with herself despite having a million flaws?
::raises hand::
:)