Let's face it, everyone in the world goes through this.
The constant ups and downs of self image like a current being forced back and forth from the tide by a storm.
Some days you feel incredible!
The flattering pants coupled with the new bodysuit, which seems to hide all of those imperfections flawlessly.
The day trip to Ulta where you spent more money than you made but couldn't wait to get home and give yourself a make over.
Or even when you're sitting at the bar, cafe, student union, class, work, where you just feel so on top of the world!
As if you are the absolute badass you watched in all those movies and somehow, today, you managed to embody her.
And some days you'll feel significantly less than incredible.
The days where you woke up late for work, grabbed those wrinkled jeans from the dirty clothes hamper and ran out the door.
The days you forgot to brush your hair and figured you could comb your fingers through it cause you know, no ones gonna notice.
Or better yet, when you THINK you look amazing and you genuinely start to embody it, but you walk past that store front and see all your imperfections gleaming back at you.
That mirror who shows you every reason why you are less today.
The constant battle.
The merry-go-round of do I actually look like the badass who lives in my head or is this another way I've deluded myself into getting through the day.
Self-esteem has always, and I mean, ALWAYS been my biggest struggle with myself.
Over indulging at Ulta, telling myself that I can look like those women who are most definitely photoshopped.
And here's the thing, sometimes I FEEL like the photoshopped women, the women who walk like they're floating on a cloud and refuse to take shit from anyone, who know their worth, who don't allow opinions of others to cloud their self-esteem...
And some days, I just don't.
And on those days, I carry on anyways.
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