With other, smaller mirrors, like those in my bedroom or the camera on my phone, I could prepare myself and decide my approach. But with the mirror on the street I saw myself as I was, plodding down the little hill without grace or charm. All at once I could see the truth so plainly. No matter how long I had spent applying makeup or adjusting my outfit or psyching myself up to go out, I was not beautiful… More here.
Brilliant article.
Categories: Misc
McGST 
It’s unfortunate that it takes so much time to realize that you are what you are and that’s okay and even good because you’re unique. It’s often outside influences like advertising that make us feel bad about ourselves. Besides, I learned a long time ago that it isn’t what you have but how you use it.
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My ex was gorgeous…. (still is I suppose), and it used to frustrate me sometimes how she was never happy with the way she looked and how she completely focused on some kind of stupid imperfection she saw somewhere in herself. It was kinda sad to be honest. Apart from most babies, little kids and a lot of animals, which human is ever completely happy in themselves?
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