Sometimes I can't help but think... egotistically and unnecessarily and in far too much depth about things that, in the bigger picture, are not that important. Today's topic of thought is how I look. More often than not, I am satisfied with the way I look. I am aware I'm not ugly, but I'm not drop dead gorgeous either but that's ok because being drop dead gorgeous seems like far too much effort for me, too much caring about exercises and diets and all sorts - things that aren't my topmost concern. But as I'm looking in the mirror, my hair is too short and too wiry, my face too pudgy, my belly just completely out of proportion. I hate thinking like this, I never think like this but I know why these thoughts cross my mind. It's my cousins. It's not their fault, but they are the reason. They're both gorgeous; lovely slender figures, clear skin, perfect hair they never have to touch, neither of them need or wear makeup. It's hard being surrounded by text book beauty when you're nowhere close to it I guess. And I know, I know, that looks don't matter and it's what is inside that matters - I know that more than anyone, I am a very firm believer in that fact but everyone is allowed a lapse and today is mine. Tomorrow, I'll be fine, next week too but I'll have another day like this sooner or later, where nothing looks good on and my hair won't stay right and I'll just want to not doing anything because I'm simply unsatisfied with the way I look.
I'm so sad the media has twisted what is and isn't beautiful. Who is it to tell you what you think of yourself? Of those around you? Who would we think beautiful if our ideas of beauty hadn't been manipulated and true beauty obscured?
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