I mean, how can you resist going from kinda drab to oh so fab. Perfect skin tone, rosey glow, bright, bright eyes, whiter teeth. And don’t forget to remove those bags under the eyes. And me. I’m an amateur at this. I don’t have the power to gloss away a double chin or slim down a nose. That. That must be left to those photo shopping experts.
But it makes you wonder, doesn’t it. Well it does me, anyway. What impact years and years of glossy, perfect images splashed in front of me has? It has been fairly constant since I was old enough to hold a glossy magazine. And I don’t mean to place blame. I simply wonder what has become of me after years of never quite matching up. Never quite being good enough. Is it any wonder that I pick myself (and others, if I am being entirely truthful) to pieces. That I have apparently forgotten that people don’t really look like that. That perfection. That shimmering perfection.
And I think it may be a self esteem thing. I cringe at most of the photos of me. I wonder if this is could possibly be an accurate reflection. I feel so different to what I see. So what do I do? Where do I go from here? Or does it just come down to being comfortable with yourself, healthy and happy. I do wonder since lately I am feeling further and further physically from healthy. But I doubt it. I was always this mean. The harshest critic. I am starting to get the feeling that this, is a downward, not too pretty spiral.
So what say you. Self esteem Vs. Perfectiong Vs. Accomplishment Vs. Kindness. And until then, there is always photo editing and my old friend the delete button.
Suger 
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