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Accuracy I know a lot of people whose view of themselves is shall I say, a bit distorted. I'm sure I've been guilty of this as well. Many times I've looked back at pictures or whatnot and thought to myself "How could I have thought that that looked good?  Be it a hairstyle, clothes choice, makeup, whatever. I often rue that I thought I was fat when I was 17 at 120 pounds with a 20 inch waist. Yep, retarded. I see all of these shows now on with eating disorders and wanting breast implants at very young ages. I see wanting to grow up so fast and be just like the celebrities they see on tv or in advertisements. I see commercials and shows trying to tell people that they just aren't good enough as they are. And yes, I've been put down and insulted personally as well. I wonder if it's just that much harder to like oneself with all of this negative bombardment.  Personally, I think I'm okay. I'm no diva, I'm not ultra fabulous or fashionably correct I'm sure, but I kinda like me. I love finding bargains at thrift shops instead of spending tons of money on designer threads. I don't have my hair professionally done, I try and figure it out myself. If I look silly some days, so what? I can laugh at myself along with everyone else. Fitting in? I look around me some days and wonder who'd want to. The stuff I want to change about myself, I want to do it for me, not because someone else thinks I ought to. The days I hate myself, I know it's just a malfunction. It's not because someone else thinks I should. Sometimes an outside opinion can be very useful though. Sometimes someone else can see what I can not. I think maybe most of us hold up a distorted mirror sometimes and think we're getting a real picture of ourselves. Sometimes it takes someone else snapping a picture to come back to reality. Do you think you have a really good view of yourself?  |
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2/2/2010 9:02 pm |
Wow...If the other eye is as mesmerizing as the one you have here...you could pretty much have your way with me 
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2/2/2010 9:04 pm |
How could you think that..you are sexy...and don't let anyone tell you any different...even your mind
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2/2/2010 11:28 pm |
I know a giant weight was lifted off my shoulders when I stopped giving a fuck. Which I suppose would be a distorted view of myself, but why the hell not. My biggest problem would be every once in awhile I make the mistake of actually giving a shit, but usually if I'm clean, don't stink, and the hygene is good I'm good to go. I don't color cooridinate, I don't usually by name brand clothes, unless T-shirt hell counts, can't help it they're funny. I'm a fat bastard, and that isn't going to change overnight, so I don't worry about it. I'm actually looking forward to when my bald spot grows so I can save time in the morning shaving my head. I'm trying to be the me I want to be, fuck everybody else. There seems to be a perverse message out there of "Just be yourself, as long as it's the same as everyone else". Well I've finally settled on just being myself, even if that self does tend to suck.
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2/3/2010 1:05 am |
Only one thing matters to me now (ad it did take years), and that's my own personal fitness. I used to try to be an Adonis or whatever, and I think some part of me would still like to be. Again, I'm not the elephant man, but I'm not Brad Pitt either. I don't know if my view of myself is true though. I mean, who hears the whole story from anyone?
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The exes sure can do a number on us.  For what it's worth I think you're pretty damn awesome too.  The "social norm" more often than not makes me gag. 
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How could you think that..you are sexy...and don't let anyone tell you any different...even your mind Welcome to my blog.
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I know a giant weight was lifted off my shoulders when I stopped giving a fuck. Which I suppose would be a distorted view of myself, but why the hell not. My biggest problem would be every once in awhile I make the mistake of actually giving a shit, but usually if I'm clean, don't stink, and the hygene is good I'm good to go. I don't color cooridinate, I don't usually by name brand clothes, unless T-shirt hell counts, can't help it they're funny. I'm a fat bastard, and that isn't going to change overnight, so I don't worry about it. I'm actually looking forward to when my bald spot grows so I can save time in the morning shaving my head. I'm trying to be the me I want to be, fuck everybody else. There seems to be a perverse message out there of "Just be yourself, as long as it's the same as everyone else". Well I've finally settled on just being myself, even if that self does tend to suck. That's what I'm trying to get at. It's really frustrating when someone tries to shove me into a box and label me just because I'm not their idea of what is acceptable. Yet I want to look in the mirror and like what I see with my vision not being warped by what I think I should see. Maybe I don't make any sense without all the synapses firing correctly, I dunno, but I'm sure you probably get what I mean.
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Only one thing matters to me now (ad it did take years), and that's my own personal fitness. I used to try to be an Adonis or whatever, and I think some part of me would still like to be. Again, I'm not the elephant man, but I'm not Brad Pitt either. I don't know if my view of myself is true though. I mean, who hears the whole story from anyone? I think you're pretty great though, if my opinion counts. 
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I hear what you're saying. I'm sure you're nothing like your mother in any respect though. You strove to be different, and you certainly are. Those chains still hold onto you sometimes though, and I truly wish you could shake them off. I'm not blowing sunshine up your ass when I say that I think you're awesome. You're a great mother, a great wife, and a great friend. You're smart, funny, intelligent and pretty darned cute too. And you have an amazing strength, even in your weakest of moments. Try to see that the next time you look in the mirror. It's what a lot of other people see too, because it's there.
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My father always called me cute. Then he'd tell me that cute really means short fat and bowlegged. Now I was shorter than his 6 foot something, my legs were a little fucked up for the first few years of my life because of hip dysplasia until corrected by a brace between my two feet and some special boots they were attached to. (Getting a Forrest Gump image here? ) But I wasn't fat at all. Not until I was 19 in fact when the Depo Provera caught up with me.  Yet maybe that's a huge reason that I never felt like I was thin, or actually cute. Now, I don't always trust what I see in the mirror. I am my own worst critic. But some days I think I'm pretty cool. I've never seen an actual picture of you, so I have nothing but feet and legs to go on, but I'm sure Dorsev thinks you're pretty hot.
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I used to hate looking in the mirror, to be honest when I had bad days with my neck, because of my spondylitis, it was bloody difficult.  I'm a lot more confident overall since coming to terms with it years ago, and I'm happy with what I see now. 
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I thought I did but yesterday an old friend from my service days contacted me on that face place... She decided to put up some pics of me from 14 years ago!  I don't ever remember being so skinny and wearing my hat so low! Sapere aude, cor ad cor loquitur. RaMbLiNgS oF a LoSt MiNd
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I am a female, so there is always going to be a part of me that wants to erase a few pounds or wrinkles. It's just in my nature. But I like me, and I like the person I am. I can look myself in the eye in the mirror every morning and be ok with what I see reflected back at me. That means a lot more to me than the occasional jab to my vanity from my age. "Shall I tell you the secret of the true scholar? It is this: every man I meet is my master in some point, and in that I learn of him." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson  
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I used to hate looking in the mirror, to be honest when I had bad days with my neck, because of my spondylitis, it was bloody difficult. I'm a lot more confident overall since coming to terms with it years ago, and I'm happy with what I see now. I don't know what to say except that I hope it's under control and not causing you a lot of pain. From what I was reading there's a wide range of severities and treatments. I'm glad that you have confidence. I think you're wonderful.
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I thought I did but yesterday an old friend from my service days contacted me on that face place... She decided to put up some pics of me from 14 years ago! I don't ever remember being so skinny and wearing my hat so low!  My mother used to dress me funny, and I had NO fashion sense anyways...Yep, total dork.
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I am a female, so there is always going to be a part of me that wants to erase a few pounds or wrinkles. It's just in my nature. But I like me, and I like the person I am. I can look myself in the eye in the mirror every morning and be ok with what I see reflected back at me. That means a lot more to me than the occasional jab to my vanity from my age. Gawd, when I turned 25 I had a mini break down because I was half way to 50 and had 'done nothing with my life'. What an idiot. Aging doesn't mean as much to me anymore, even when I see the start to some wrinkles, and a white hair here or there. I'm not a 20something anymore, but I'm wiser, and I'm much more comfortable in my skin than I was even a couple of years ago, even with the desire to drop some weight and such. Being comfortable with whom you are, that's priceless. 
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I think we all probably do have days like that.
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2/3/2010 1:57 pm |
It took me awhile to come to terms with me, but in the end, I am what I am and moderately happy with it most of the time too. H. 
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It took me awhile to come to terms with me, but in the end, I am what I am and moderately happy with it most of the time too. H.
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Gawd, *gag I wouldn't want to be hit on by the men that think that's "hot" either. 100% hooker free would be great. You think Barbie's back hurts with those big boobs and itty bitty waist?
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Quoting peekabooicu2ucme: "The stuff I want to change about myself, I want to do it for me, not because someone else thinks I ought to. The days I hate myself, I know it's just a malfunction. It's not because someone else thinks I should. Sometimes an outside opinion can be very useful though. Sometimes someone else can see what I can not. I think maybe most of us hold up a distorted mirror sometimes and think we're getting a real picture of ourselves. Sometimes it takes someone else snapping a picture to come back to reality." You are so right on the money with this. The distortion of what "beauty" really is has been made to be the "norm". Beauty is what you see within yourself, not what someone else thinks it should be. I am a BBW. Always have been. I have never been petite, other than being short and fat. When I was little I always wondered why I didn't look like my sister or why she had all the friends and I didn't. I was pretty much a loner growing up with very few 'true' friends. Most of my 'friends' were only around because of what I could 'give' them. My breasts have always been big and that seemed to be the only thing anyone ever used to look at. Well, now that I am older and "grown" up, I have realized that I have a lot more to offer than just my boobs. Personality is a plus in my book. It wasn't until recently that I came to realize just how beautiful of a person I truly am. You are right, it took someone else to point out my beauty before I could truly see it. Now everyday, I look into the mirror and can say "You are Beautiful", and TRULY mean it.
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Quoting peekabooicu2ucme: "The stuff I want to change about myself, I want to do it for me, not because someone else thinks I ought to. The days I hate myself, I know it's just a malfunction. It's not because someone else thinks I should. Sometimes an outside opinion can be very useful though. Sometimes someone else can see what I can not. I think maybe most of us hold up a distorted mirror sometimes and think we're getting a real picture of ourselves. Sometimes it takes someone else snapping a picture to come back to reality." You are so right on the money with this. The distortion of what "beauty" really is has been made to be the "norm". Beauty is what you see within yourself, not what someone else thinks it should be. I am a BBW. Always have been. I have never been petite, other than being short and fat. When I was little I always wondered why I didn't look like my sister or why she had all the friends and I didn't. I was pretty much a loner growing up with very few 'true' friends. Most of my 'friends' were only around because of what I could 'give' them. My breasts have always been big and that seemed to be the only thing anyone ever used to look at. Well, now that I am older and "grown" up, I have realized that I have a lot more to offer than just my boobs. Personality is a plus in my book. It wasn't until recently that I came to realize just how beautiful of a person I truly am. You are right, it took someone else to point out my beauty before I could truly see it. Now everyday, I look into the mirror and can say "You are Beautiful", and TRULY mean it. Welcome to my blog!
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2/6/2010 7:36 am |
I guess not wanting to be anyone else, just wanting to be the best me I can be is what I'm going for. It's funny, I can have guys whistling and whatnot sometimes, and others rejecting me outright. It's not their views that make me like or dislike what I see in the mirror though, it's just what's in my head. I think you're pretty great though, if my opinion counts.
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