I don’t think there’s a time I can recall where I didn’t feel tied to my appearance; self-conscious and always wanting to change who I was and how I looked to fit in, be accepted, and worthy of some sort of belonging.
Could it be? That I’m NOT the only one? Not the only one that, felt every ounce of who I was and the love I deserved was directly tied to my “beauty”. Has this message really been so embedded into our minds that we simply go through the motions, prepping and preening ourselves every morning with zero awareness that we are so attached to this made-over person?