The truth is that I'm the only one of my friends that's single. Maybe it's because I'm a hopeless romantic and I secretly watch chick flicks and swoon at the gorgeous male roles. Maybe it's because I live in the smallest of small towns where everybody knows everybody and their dog. It might even be that when someone compliments me, I thank them and tell them how much more attractive they are than me. If I'm feeling up in spirits that day I'll make fun of myself by putting myself down, saying things that accuse them of false truths, when deep down, for me, it's real. I look through the good pictures of myself and in all of them, my face is caked with makeup that hides the flaws that don't bother hiding anymore. I wake up in the morning and I put on my three layers of primer, my color correcting conealer, my foundation, more concealer, my contour, my highlight, my eye shadow, my mascara, and I paint on my brows. It's all a mechanism. Just to present myself to have high self confidence that will make people think its perfectly acceptable to tell me that, "I'm ugly in person, but I take good pictures." This is one of my biggest insecurities, is the way I look, but it's okay.
Because at least I take good pictures.
