oh, I wish I heard that quote when I was a teenager. it was my state of mind in a nutshell.
I had this weird image of myself, inside & out, that I was basically worthless, unlovable and redundant.
I would wear black, plane outfits to blend in, to hide, really. I wouldn't wear make-up because, and that's hard to admit: I thought, that if I highlight my attributes, I would consider myself to be "pretty" and that's such a cock thing to do.
"wft" - right? I thought that loving, even accepting myself, was vain and wrong.
funnily enough, I never judged anybody else for it. oh well, to be perfectly honest, I did, out of jealousy. my thoughts circled around this question all the time:
what came first, beauty or confidence?
thing is, I can't blame people for not seeing those things in me - if I decided to hide them.
"fake it till you make it" never worked for me, I had to change old habits step by step, and see myself how I would view a friend. that's what it all seems to come down to:
I was never my own friend.
all I want to do is be at peace with myself and work towards my happiness. and whenever I'm balanced, I can help improve other lives, too! and if it's just with a silly blogpost on here. happy days my friends.