For someone with high self-esteem, my self-esteem is pretty low.
That is to say, I am extremely confident in myself as a person. I'm proud of who I am, and if you don't like the music I listen to, the vocabulary I use, the shows I watch, the books I read, the jokes I tell—if you don't like ME, that's fine. Go away. I don't need you. I'll randomly break out in songs from the 60s if I want to. I'll quote Shakespeare when I feel like it. I'll read the dictionary purely for entertainment and there's nothing you can do to stop me. If that displeases you, that's your problem not mine.
However, I dislike a great deal of things about my body and the way I look. I hate trying on clothes because they never seem to fit quite right. Many of the clothes I have in my closet have been hanging there untouched since I bought them, because even though I really like them, I'm too self-conscious to wear them. I see pictures of celebrities and wish I could look a little more like that, then remember that they're all airbrushed and fake, so I look at pictures of people on Facebook and wish I could look a little more like THAT. It's a dumb and a common affliction, I know, but it's something I've been sitting on for years. So there it is.
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