But today I saw a few old photos of myself - I look so happy and radiant and free from worries. No facial, no threading, waxing, botox in the world can achieve that look. And I AM happy. I'm happy beyond belief! So I just have to accept myself as I am. Because the guy I love has. Because, the truth is, I AM beautiful. And I used to believe it. I just need to rediscover that belief.
March 8, 2010
Scribbled by ki Labels: me
I read something in the newspaper today about women feeling bad about their bodies. Now while I'd like to pretend like I love every bit of me, the truth is that I'm very insecure about how I look. Not that anyone's said anything to me. But in a world of airbrushed, size zero beauties - I've half convinced myself that I'm so far from perfect that it's cause for concern. This year is the year I get married, the year that so many eyes will be watching me and it's been driving me nuts. I keep staring at myself looking for problems that need fixing.