So, there's this young lady who has a photo up of herself in a bikini. She proclaims she is 'perfection'.
I was reading through the wreckage that is the comments section and someone made a remark to the effect of, "maybe
she just needs to boost her self esteem a bit, get a few compliments,
we all, including you, need that from time to time."
Yeah, no. I'd really rather not be complimented on my appearance. I
don't need self-esteem boosts based on things like my looks. You know,
shit that fades, sags, gets dimply, gets stretch marked, et al.
Women have worth beyond how good they can make a man look by being on
his arm, no matter how bombarded you are by images that say otherwise.
So, yeah, it really kinda bothers me when I see women putting
themselves out there and begging for attention all in an attempt to feel
ok with who they are; in an attempt to find some self-esteem.
I went a lot of years lacking self-esteem. I based my worth on my
looks. I based my worth on how worthy I was of a man's attention.
The thing is, it never built my self-esteem. It merely inflated my
ego, and as we all know, egos are fragile things. Easily burst by one
guy with a need to neg on you.
See, I don't think self-esteem can be built with compliments. I think
it gets built by finding really good fucking qualities in yourself and
by being the kind of person you'd give your trust and love to, because
those are things no one can take away from you. These things make you
loveable, desirable, and goddamned sexy.
Those qualities are yours and not subject to criticism because of a
mole there, a scar here, a muffin top over the top of your jeans, or a
crooked eye that looks north. They're based in things that don't change
the way looks change.
Honesty, integrity, loyalty, empathy, compassion...these are things
to build your self-worth on, not how awesome you look in a fucking
bikini, because, baby, at 80, you're not going to be fucking
'perfection' anymore and your belly button ring will be a clit tickler.
So, you might want to think about building your house on something other than the sand of your looks.
My hair has been loved off, my eyes have dropped out, I'm loose in the joints & I'm pretty damn shabby. But. . .I think I'm -finally- real.
I hate WalMart. I love the smells of new Crayolas, bacon & clean sheets. My *blank stare w/raised eyebrow* scares small children. I think Monsanto is the Anti-Christ and saying 'fuck' warms my frozen, Grinch heart.
*waves hello*
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