This Needs To Stop

Religiously, every day I will do this. Excruciatingly, painfully slowly, I'll scan over myself looking for flaws. It's not hard to find them, as I wasn't blessed with great skin or well behaved hair.

Pores are huge....

Hair's gone curly there....

Eyebrows need plucking....

Ears stick out too much....

Big bags under eyes...


Really, I don't know why I even bother doing it. It isn't stuff that I have any particular control over in the long term and it's not exactly disfiguring. Really, I know that I'm just being vain and that it will never be that important, but it's very hard not to care what others think.

I have always been bullied and illtreated for supposedly being this blight of imperfection. This creature that defies the social norms that must be eradicated as quickly as possible. So I guess I was always going to be a little wary of how I looked to others. It's ridiculous, but I'm sure I'm not the first person to experience this.

I'm getting better though and am trying not to obsess over things too much. After all, I already have a wonderful man who loves me no matter what I look like. I guess I'll just habe to keep on taking it one day at a time until I can learn to accept my own skin.
Meeoko Meeoko
18-21, F
May 21, 2012