Be a Better Me

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It wasn't always like this, I have no idea why either. Perhaps it was the growth of social media feeding me of what beauty and perfection means. Perhaps it was just me feeling more self-conscious and wanting to age with no regrets.

Why is it that other girls have pretty nails while I don’t even dare to show my hands and shake the hands of others?

Why is it that other girls look so good in all their clothes while fats seem to be oozing through the tubes of whatever pants I put on?

What is it that other girls have beautiful big eyes while my eyes look like a line in photographs?

Why is it that other girls have such cheerful smiles when I look like I have a sunken face?

Am I starting to sound superficial until this point? It probably is, but I don't want to be hence the thoughts that follow.

Like many, I was conscious of my appearance to the point where I loathed looking at the mirror, at myself. However, I remain my stand that I know the image we see on social media and advertisements are not 100% reality.

Regardless, it does not stop me from wanting to improve my physical appearance. On top of that, I would like to work on myself internally too. That includes my outlook on life, and how I deal with negativity. Anger management is something I have to work on too. It's all tied in under a big umbrella I consider "self-love".

I want to love myself more by being a better version of myself and this is my journey.

My journey to a better self begun in 2019, starting with my nails. To be honest, I didn't realise this was my journey of self-improvement when I took this first step. All I wanted was to really change something about myself that I thought was obstructing myself from having a normal life.

Because this journey will be a long one, I will be splitting them into a few different sections, each document an area of improvement I worked on.

I'll be putting the links here:

Nails: Price of Beauty: Nails

Body: 

Lashes: 

Smile: 

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