This is pretty different from my other posts (as I usually post poetry), but I was feeling it so I figured I might as well.
One of the things that can be found in my top-hat of issues is body dysmorphic disorder. Basically, this means that most of the time, I have a warped perception of myself.
I lost weight rather quickly in my senior year of high-school (250 lbs to 180 lbs), through exercise and healthy eating, and for some reason I thought that the weight-loss would solve all of my problems. It didn’t, and created new ones. My jeans said size 8, and my shirts said medium, but when I looked in the mirror I was still a size 18.
I started having other issues with my image, as well. New issues that had never been around before: My face shape, my eyes, my nose, my chin, the colour of my skin
That’s when I learned that the self-acceptance I was seeking wasn’t going to happen by me changing myself, it’s only going to happen through learning to accept myself the way I am.
I’m still working on it, but I’ve learned that it’s okay to think positively about yourself. It’s not vain, it’s not arrogant, it’s positive.
It’s okay to smile at your reflection in the mirror.