Wednesday, January 21, 2015

There are people who are cute and people who are, bless them, beautiful. Some were given unique looks that make them desirable. 

I'm plain, heading towards borderline of not pretty. It's exactly why I've shied away from having photos of me taken. It's not a face to show people. I am aware.

This isn't harsh. It's telling the truth. I know where I stand and I have confidence. It's the rind kind of confidence to match my looks.

And my confidence gets crushed when I'm reminded of the fact that I am not pretty. It gets tough because the inside is not all bright and shiny, too. 

A joke about a meme of my face crushes minimal confidence. And you ask me for selfies? 

It's not easy to grapple feeling good about myself after this.