And the funny thing is, looking back on pictures of me as a child, I really have no idea why I felt like that. I looked adorable in them; hard not to when you’re a kid though. One of the pictures, from when I was seven, I attempted to scratch. From what I can see though, I looked completely fine.
The only later photo I have is my passport photo which is a travesty. Mirrors are ok but my phone camera just lays bare every single one of my flaws; asymmetrical eyebrows, high forehead, sparse facial hair, dark under eyes and recessed gums (and some more I can’t think of right now).
The only proof I have are the photos I attempted to scratch out and one that I left
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If those “flaws” weren’t flaws, if nobody had ever told you they were, how would you feel about your face?
I relate to this. I remember feeling depressed from a very young age, and particularly just feeling bad about myself and the way I looked. I was a cute kid, but I thought I was a monster, and nobody ever said anything that I can recall to make me think that. My parents were loving and told me I was beautiful, I had good friends, good teachers. I just felt disgusting compared to everyone else.