Sometimes I really hate the phrase "In the eye of the beholder", I mean what of the eyes? Can we be our own beholders? If yes, then what do we see exactly? If no, then what is it that someone else can see that we can't? I've been thinking about this for 2 months now.
I can't stand my body, I can't. I hate the shape of my fingers. I hate the random freckles on my back. I hate the round shape of my stomach. I hate how my breasts look like deflated balloons. I hate how wide my shoulders are.
The strange thing is I don't portray myself as feeling this harshly about my self image. Is it weird that I think these things and model occasionally? When I do a photo shoot it's like I am hiding the truth. I'm pretending to feel pretty. Do we all sometimes pretend to feel pretty?
I can't stand my body, I can't. I hate the shape of my fingers. I hate the random freckles on my back. I hate the round shape of my stomach. I hate how my breasts look like deflated balloons. I hate how wide my shoulders are.
The strange thing is I don't portray myself as feeling this harshly about my self image. Is it weird that I think these things and model occasionally? When I do a photo shoot it's like I am hiding the truth. I'm pretending to feel pretty. Do we all sometimes pretend to feel pretty?
