Years ago, on one fine night after taking all of my makeup off, I was staring at my mirror and looked closely into my face. I was figuring every inch of it, divided which part is my favourite and not my favourite. Why those certain parts are not favourite anyway? What's wrong with them?
Because they're not good enough.
I woke up from my chair and stared at my standing mirror, learned every inch of my body. I also have certain parts that I don't really like there. What's wrong with them?
Because they're not good enough.
I wish I have slimmer face... I wish I don't have dark circles under my eyes... I wish I have slimmer body... I wish I have perfect nose
The more I think, the more I find out about my flaws. There are some parts of me more than just physical condition, but the way I think about people, the way I think about certain conditions, the way I think about world! It comes to conclusion that I have so many flaws and all the "I wish" is not helping at all. Part of my body that I don't like are just a small part of my flaws.
