I is for Insecurity

Not sooc actually.

Sorry for the lag in uploads. I kind of have a ton of classes- no free periods or lunch at all. Ahhh. So crazy. And I'm in tutoring for the ACT and prepping for AP testing. Enough about my boring life.

 

Here is a photo, flickr. Insecurity. Obviously, we all have our insecurities. I definitely suffer with self-esteem issues and it's a huge struggle. People often ask me why- and honestly, it's inexplicable. It's just how I've trained my brain to work. Anyway, I'm a huge nerd and go on PsychologyToday all the time and I recently found an article about plastic surgery. I found out that girls younger than me (16) are getting plastic surgery because someone told them their nose was crooked or because they tricked themselves into believing they weren't beautiful enough or good enough. That's so crazy. So I present you, flickr, with this photo. The lines on my face are those that have been drawn on thousands of girls' faces just before they go under the knife. The clock symbolizes the ticking of society, of their lives, the withering away of their self-esteems.

Lastly, I give you the link to the article.

Please, read it.

And I just want to let you know- that every single person out there is beautiful. I don't care who you are, what you look like, or who you have been. You are beautiful- both inside and out.

 

Cheesiness is over.

Going to get some sleep before I crash.

Have a lovely Singles Awareness Day, flickr. <3

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