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I just realized I haven’t posted a decent photo of me in months, so here I am. Recently I’ve felt bad about myself physically. I know I shouldn’t and I’m not fishing for compliments, but working in an environment where I am right now, you can’t help but feel mediocre compared to the skinny legs and flat stomachs I see everyday.

I’m not going to lie, I want that. I wanna be so thin that even a size S is bigger than me, but then I start to think, would that make me happy? Do I wanna be thin because I want to be healthy, or just so I could parade in front of everyone and not feel left out? My mind has been arguing with itself for quite a while now and I can’t come up with a decent answer to that question.

All I really know now is I wanna be happy with myself. And I’m thinking that maybe after I post this blog, I’d be able to admit things more easily and not be embarrassed of my own thoughts.

I can do this.

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I wonder..

..if after 80 years from now, people from the younger generation would marvel at the beauty of our era like I do whenever I see photos from the 1920’s.

How can you be true to yourself if you don’t know who you really are?
After you

I started taking the word ‘love’ for granted.

I tell strangers that I love them, say ‘I love you’ even to my not-so-close friends, sometimes I would even say it to inanimate objects.

Maybe I’m hoping that through spreading love around, I would get rid of the similar feelings I still have for you.