What if I've always been good enough in my skin?
People who haven't met me always think I'm a tall, tall girl. I'm not. I'm quite average, maybe even below the norm. But sometimes I think I'm 5'8, and therefore I act like I am. Especially in my pictures. It's just me and my camera and sometimes a few furry friends - and I can be whom ever I want to be. That, for me, is the beauty of blogging.
I, for instance, have always felt like my height was holding me back - which is ironic, since everyone thinks I'm super tall. I've always wanted to soar above the crowd like a bird, or like one of the majestic supermodels of the world - but as I've gotten older, I've realized I should be spending my time and energy on other things. Like, not holding myself back because of my own complexes. And there's a lot of them. Whether it be that enormous zit on my cheek, scars from battles I've fought earlier in my life or that emotional baggage I carry with me. Because we all have those things in our lives. We're broke and depressed and starving and imperfect and stressed. All of us. In one way or another.
There are days I feel like the ugliest person alive and days I feel like I can conquer the world. What if I can take on the world, just the way I am? With the little I have - or all that I've got? What if, like Maria Mena says in one of her beautiful songs; I've always been good enough in my skin?
Is it just me, or do we need to stop focusing on what we aren't, and focus on what we are? On what we can become or perhaps even what we already have become?