Self affection.

A Story by imatotalboss

We all love how we look, don't we? We adore our imperfections... Don't we. We shudder at them, we hide behind them using anything we can possibly use. We will hate ourselves if we take the wrong views on ourselves. Sometimes we looks to other people, looking for complements, love, anything we can. We love the attention. But left to ourselves, it easy so succumb to our fears, the demons we hind between that lipstick-kissed mirror. We will harm ourselves to achieve popularity and love. We will give our everything, our virginity held so closely, we will toss away for popularity or false love kisses, and that good feeling you get from being told you're beautiful you're loved. We don't quite understand were this obsession over self-image came from. Maybe it was those candy-coated girls who appear in their glossy magazines, or barbie and ken from our dear childhood. Maybe it's the Pornography filled with plastic girls and buff chiseled men with huge...You know. Maybe we watch the porn to fake that we are fulfilling our needs in the way we deserve, maybe sometimes we are so narcissistic we believe we deserve perfection.. From my perspective I find myself leaning towards the standard of what perfection should be I'm only human, I get tempted to go and throw up my food and coat my face with makeup. But that's not the true perfection. I look at it this way, if we are all meant to grow old and wither, why should we become bitter now. Maybe what we need is a little self affection, show people what's inside rather than our breast size, or the type of lingerie we're wearing today. Maybe we need a little love, for ourselves. Self-reliance.