i think it’s odd how much people will tear themselves apart in order to become the perfect image of themselves. especially being a girl and having many girlfriends, i tend to hear a lot of “i hate my legs. i have too much around my tummy. my ankles are too fat. my fingers are too short and stubby. i wish my nose did this instead of that”…etc etc. now i’m going to admit that i’m not innocent in any of this. i tend to be just as self-deprecating as the rest of them (i’m just more secretive and honest about it). i remember reading an article a couple of years ago on a past miss something or another from south america who got butt implants and died. she had a husband and kids and now they’re wife/mother-less because mommy wanted a better booty. it made me wonder what kind of self confidence she had…i stumbled on this great quote-
“i think that when we look for love courageously, it reveals itself, and we wind up attracting even more love. if one person really wants us, everyone does. but if we’re alone, we become even more alone. life is strange.”
well said paul coelho! life IS strange. people are drawn to you if you have love for yourself. i find that if you’re having a hard day, week, lifetime…just find ONE thing to love about yourself…and the rest will come. for instance, i LOVE my hair. it’s always really soft and manageable. and i love my hands. i don’t know why, but the skin on it is super soft and my fingers are long and bony. maybe that’s why i have a weird infatuation with men’s hands. they’re a deal breaker. i love slender fingers on a guy…if there’s an incredibly good looking guy with short stubby fingers…no dice. and when most guys hear about this they always ask me if they have nice hands. do i lie? sometimes. ok i’ve digressed…but i think you get my point.