Any selfie I post takes over ten tries to get right.
Most of the time, the pictures will get deleted without getting posted.
I will cry away my makeup because I can never get it to look like the girls on Instagram.
Luiz Clas
Any selfie I post takes over ten tries to get right.
Sometimes, no amount of filters can change how awful I feel.
Of course, I worry about more than my looks.
My insecurities extend to my personality.
I worry about being too quiet, too loud, too forward, too shy.
I second guess every word that comes out of my mouth.
That is why compliments are always met with a head shake.
If someone says something nice about me, I will cancel out the flattery by insulting myself.
Or I will convince myself they were secretly making fun of me and the compliment isnt authentic after all.
I will never read signals right, even if they are obvious to everyone else.
I will always assume the worst.
When its time to head to bed, every little mistake made throughout the day replays in my head.
I will torture myself until I fall asleep and will do the same thing the next night.
When you have trouble loving yourself the way I do, an average day feels like a nightmare.
It feels like your own mind is trying to tear you apart.
