How often do I look at my reflection and see only the bags under my eyes? The extra roundness to my face that being overweight causes?
When was the last time I noticed the color of my eyes? The shape of my lips? I'm certain that other people see them, so why can't I?
When was the last time I complemented myself? Let's make it today:
1. My face is moon-shaped like a doll's, gently oval and sweetly round
2. My skin is fair--ivory, not just pale. My freckles come out with the sun, like little kisses from the sky
3. My eyes are a pale blue with dark rings--I love their contrast, and the way they seem to light up in the sun
4. My nose is crooked, but I don't mind--glasses sit oddly, but it's part of what makes me unique and I wouldn't change it
5. My smile is my own, with little gaps and a chipped tooth, but no one else has it and I love that
I am not afraid of my appearance--I am only as ugly as I tell myself I am. So today I remind myself that I am more than the bags under my eyes, and the extra roundness of my face. I am beautiful, just as I am. I am exactly as I should be, in this moment.
I am not afraid of me.
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A Moment Of Introspection
कथेतर साहित्यThis isn't a story, so I apologize if you thought it was. This is just an attempt at journaling. I suppose I'll see where it takes me. Mentions of death and suicide, and depressive thoughts. Read with caution.
