Emotions

Self Confidence No. 2

I remember once I got a compliment from a friend for having a cute nose. Personally, I think my nose is long and too tiny to fit into the rest of my chubby face of baby cheeks. Loads of people would love to have a few freckles dot their cheeks, but I hate my freckles because they make me feel so flawed. When I take my makeup off, people ask me if I've been crying, or have a sunburn or a rash because my face is so red. Day to day, people ask me what color my hair is, because it changes according to the lighting, and the same with my eyes, and I hate it because normal people have normal hair and eyes of one color. I hate how close together my thighs are, I hate the flab of fat on my arms and neck below my chin.

Having low self-confidence is not a mental disorder, it's a reaction that comes with a human brain when we're not content with ourselves. I am never content.

People are constantly chasing perfection; how are we supposed to feel content? Perfection is an illusion; it doesn't exist. We can get as close to it as we please, but we will never fully achieve it. Certain features about people might be appealing, but if you dig deeper down, they are not perfect, in appearance nor mid nor soul. You are not perfect, but neither is anyone else. You shouldn't feel as if you have to compete with others for something that is ultimately unreachable. As long as you are happy, who cares what anyone else thinks? Is the way you look going to effect them? If you are being yourself, then that would in fact help society. You might inspire others to be more lenient about their style as well; someone has been admiring those bright eyes that you hid beneath their lids, or the pale skin that you coat in tanning cream; a feature about you that makes you who you are stands out more than anything, and that's what's beautiful.