- Will I Ever Learn to Love Myself?
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a1s2h393
- March 1st, 13:04
Face
I wonder to myself when I will ever be satisified with how I look. Not only body, although thats the main part of this but my face also. Sometimes I just need to talk to someone about this but I can't cause that's seen as attention seeking in my mind. I pay a fortune for my makeup, I get the colour matched to my skin yet I cry everynight at how wrong it looks. I use the lightest colour for my skin tone and yet I feel like my face is blotchy and orange and red. I'm also so angry because the make up artist said my foundation was maximum coverage, it's not its medium and for the past how many months i've been looking like a clown because of her stupid mistake. I just want to pick my face off, bit by bit and start again. My nose is huge and I don't have any feautures at all, I have tiny lips, and tiny eyes, and tiny eyelashes and my cheekbones don't even exist. As for my hair It used to nearly down to my hips and now it's about 2inches down from my shoulders. I'm never going to be satisfied with the colour because no matter how many times people say "OH YOUR HAIR IS SO WHITE AND I LOVE IT", I will hate it because it's yellow. I need to get a fucking grip because beating my self up doesn't work. Neither does scratching my face or pulling my hair and eyelashes out. Sometimes you just need to settle for the fact your ugly, that's what I need to do.
Body
Despite being ugly and there being nothing I can do about it, I can always have the self control over my body. Starving works no matter what people say. Self control, my favourite two words, over the years they have become my entire life. Urghh I'm in desperate need of a new wadrobe but I just can't bring myself to buy anything cause I still feel fat, no not fat, obese. The fatty deposit hangs off my beautiful bones, the only beautiful thing about me, something everyone has, bones but not everyone can let them show and everytime I bring myself to eat food they fade away. I crave perfection, as vein as it sounds. How can I be vein? Or love myself? I hate myself more than people can imagine and yet I manage to let people think I'm ok with how I look. They think I'm happy, I'm sick of this mask. I wish a life out of the twilight saga really existed. For someone to turn you into a vampire, you'd become perfect because your looks, voice and smell lures people in. I think I'm insane and I think that this life isn't good enough for me. No magic, No perfection just being fat and ugly on a normal boring day to day basis.