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I had a bit of an epiphany, today. There are times when I think that I'm one of the most attractive people there are, not meaning to be conceited, or hurt any feelings. But I feel as if there are women out there who would die for a body and a face like mine. Consider obese women. Consider burn victims. The list goes on, and if I were in their shoes, I'd feel the same envy. But then there are times like today, when I've been outrageously unhappy with my body. Listing all of my flaws, and looking in the mirror in disgust. And I realized, today, that we are constantly torn. I am constantly torn about my looks, and about how I represent myself to the world. Sweatpants and a hoodie to hide this less than perfect body from the world? Or short shorts with heels to accent the legs? It constantly varies, and for some reason I had it in my head the whole time that I was confident. That I liked who I saw in the mirror. But in reality.. isn't this JUST how we should be? Never too conceited yet never too shy? Are my constant quarrels with my mirror a healthy routine to keep me sane and rooted?

Tags: angst

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