meldarko

just when i start feeling beautiful the world tells me i'm wrong...
in the light of my tv in that magical mirror i'm the sexiest girl in the universe...
in the ultra violet dirty tube lighting of the everywhere else... i'm jabba... i'm chewbacca... i'm some other pop culture icon of hideousness...
the reality is that no matter what amount of energy i put into health and diet... i am not happy with myself...
and it's not about how i appear to all of you... it's how i see my reflection outside of that television glow in that mirror in my room...
if it were about what you say to me, or what you really think of me... i'm sure i'd be fine... but no concentration of good thoughts and advice is going to change my image of me...
i'm in control of how much i abhor my own body
and i'm giving myself the green light on loving my physical presence...

"what is pleasing to the touch and what is pleasing to the eye are seldom the same thing" -something i heard once from some movie or something somewhere