Somebody made a comment in a DM about a picture I posted a while ago (I think it was you, bliccy). It was very nice and flattering, but I didn’t believe a word of it. Because I don’t think I’m pretty. At all. I’m always surprised when someone says I am and I almost always shrug it off with something self-deprecating.
I have no problem thinking I’m smart or a good cook or occasionally funny or a great mom, but I hate the way I look. I see many of my friends, on Tumblr and in everyday life, exhibit the same sort of craziness (Looking at you baileygenine and timestolen and inthefade and well, almost all of you). What the fuck is that about anyway?
Anyway, this is NOT a thinly-veiled request for some sort of validation of my looks. I wouldn’t believe you anyway. Just what’s rolling around in my head right now. Dig?
I know what you mean, and I think everyone goes through this…and anyone who claims otherwise is a filthy liar. Funny though, because I’ve had similar thoughts lately, mainly because when my parents were visiting last week I left them to hang out with some of the regulars at the bar I work at while I was finishing up my shift. I walked in on a conversation about how I never knew how pretty I was when I was a teenager (and how much my Dad liked it that way.) I’d never heard my parents talk about my appearance before (aside from telling me that I’m beautiful, smart, etc. but I figure they have to say that - being my parents and all) It was weird…and nice to hear at the same time. I don’t think there are many people in this world who can see themselves in a completely positive way, and try as I might to convince myself that I am pretty spectacular, sometimes I need external validation. Now if I could just find a place to get that, I’d be all set! (I’m kidding - like @ladawn says - this is NOT a thinly-veiled request for some sort of validation of my looks.)
