At least I hope to. My mother suffers from it my sister and me.
I think I am beautiful, but it is hard to stop my mind from thinking that the noodles I will have will not go directly to my thighs. Or my ass, or my stomach, or the mirad of possiblities and fat deposits I have.
Why can we not be beautiful inwardly? Why do we make love with our eyes instead of our hands?
I hate that I understand the Hedi Montag plastic surgery side so much. I despise the uncertainty that floods my brain.
I wish I had a happy ending, but this is a constant struggle and sometimes I do ok others I don't. Today is one of them and I really need is understanding.
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I can understand what you mean. I feel the same way when I look at myself in the mirror. I have never thought I was a good looking person. Either I was to puny or I had to many rolls or I just wanted to dislike who I was so I focused on my looks. Until, I started to be comfortable with myself. It wasn't easy but it started with not caring what others thought about me then eventually it lead to me accepting myself and that is where the true healing begins is from within side.
ReplyDeleteMany years ago, I didn't deserve lettuce.
ReplyDeleteToday, I ate a salad. A cheeseburger. French fries. And decided I deserved to treat myself to a slice of cheesecake!
Love your tree.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I don't know you, and I can't see you, but your honesty makes you beautiful.