Why Do Insecurities Come To Our Mind?
Insecurities are like a parasite that feeds on your positive energy, while giving you nothing but negative thoughts. When we look into the mirror everyday, most of us would probably criticize a part of our body. Saying that, you’re too fat. Your nose is huge. Or how you hate that you don’t have any eyebrows. So in order to satisfy our desires of looking good in front of people, we decide to hide our imperfections, our flaws, by buying unnecessary items. In order to cover up our acne, some of us would buy foundation. In order to fit in, some would buy brand clothing or act differently. Even though human beings have the tendency to focus on the negative parts of ourselves, we shouldn’t let it define us. We all deserve to act freely without thinking about being judged by others. Society isn’t even helping. In fact, they make us feel worse about ourselves, by selling us products, saying that we will be more beautiful if we use it, just like the model. But what is the meaning of beauty? What does it mean to be ugly?
In the dictionary, the word beautiful means pleasing the senses or mind aesthetically. In the dictionary, ugly means unpleasant or repulsive, especially in appearance. When someone calls us ugly, it lowers our self-esteem. Ugly is such a dirty word that shouldn’t even be used on a human being. The one thing that I noticed about these two words, is that it didn’t specify what beauty or ugliness looks like. So who are we to tell each other, or even ourselves, who looks pretty and who isn’t?
When I look into the mirror, I don’t want to think about how my face is too round, or how my face is full of acne that you can play connect the dots. When I look into the mirror, I don’t want to put myself in a category that tells me if I am ugly or not. I want to look at myself in the mirror, and be proud of who I am, not because of my looks, but because i’m just me. Im someone who doesn’t talk that much to people, but I can be really talkative if you get to know me. I’m not beautiful, and I’m not ugly. I’m not a nerd, and I am not sporty. I am just Reese. I don’t need an adjective to describe who I am because I know who I am. These insecurities of mine are rubbish for telling me that I am nothing because I know that I am something, and that one day, I’ll look back and think, “hey, i love myself now and I loved who I was then.” So when we look into the mirror, forget about being perfect, because being perfect is overrated.
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