I hate my skin. I hate my feet. I wish my legs were longer. I wish I suited that kind of clothing. Sometimes I look worse when I’ve made more of an effort. Why can’t I look like that? Why do I feel down?

I hate my skin. I hate my feet. I wish my legs were longer. I wish I suited that kind of clothing. Sometimes I look worse when I’ve made more of an effort. Why can’t I look like that? Why do I feel down?
I’m here to share some of my ‘meh’ thoughts with you.
I’m one of those girls who doesn’t do the glamorous look when going to the gym. Well, many girls don’t but some just look effortlessly attractive before and after their workouts. I envy those girls who don’t go red-faced or sweat like a pig. Being makeup-less should be the comfortable version of you because it’s the most natural you.

Being able to do your own thing should be okay because we all have our own pace and skills in different areas. Sometimes though I feel weak in many areas. But then I think it’s okay.

I’m me and you’re you. It doesn’t really matter.
I’m a young woman but sometimes I still want to be the younger girl inside me. Some people have a bedroom full of make-up on their dressing tables and all grown up soft furnishings. Me, I have a room full of teddies, Disney merchandise, but the most favourite thing amongst it all, photos of family and friends.
I can be the kind of girl who puts a picture up of myself on social media then weeks/months/how ever long later, delete it, because I find a flaw in it. I try to take the positives from many things and think ‘memories’ but if it’s just a general photo then it doesn’t seem to matter (as in one of myself).
Sometimes I’m the girl in the room who feels out of conversation and can’t relate to certain things. I fade into the background and have to remind myself that I’m actually there.

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