As I mentioned in my video about the mirror and my podcast (coming out soon) I have a love-hate relationship with the mirror.
There are days that go by and I am in awe of my beauty. I do look beautiful, I am not like any other person, just like you. You don’t look the same as me and that’s okay.
Now some days, some days are the hardest, harder than the rest.
Some are mediocre days but then days where if I could I’d order a new body of amazon, ASAP.
Those are the days when I can cry and the days when I want to scream for the body I have. My brain runs through everything I see, hear and read. The comments people have said stay with me. It fights with my depression having the cruel things people think they can say through the computer or have said in real life to me.
They sting and at the moment, I can move past them but when I am at my worst they replay like a broken record. I feel everything, I am known for being over emotional but then I say them to myself. Once I say it then it must be true.
We are constantly fighting with ourselves and once you saw my picture, if you made it this far, I am grateful. If not it’s a shame because being plus size has its problems, but everyone attacks others for their differences.
“Your nose is to big.”
“Your fat.”
“Your ugly.”
“Your too skinny.”
“Your eyes are too far apart.”
“You have a unibrow.”
“Too long hair.”
“Too short, it makes you ugly.”
“Too many tattoos, it makes you look like a punk.”
No, you aren’t.
“You are different than me.” <— that is what we should be understanding.
YOU ARE DIFFERENT THAN HOW I LOOK.
But that’s okay, we are all made to look different, and there isn’t a right way to look.
You are pretty in your own way.
So the main thing is trying not to let others’ comments come into our head, we know they are wrong but why don’t we listen to that rational part of us?
For that I don’t have the answer, I hope we are able to learn how amazing we are.
