Whenever I have been loved, it has been based on my physical appearance. This is widely true, most of society judges people based on looks and not their character or their heart.
I Seem to fit Society's standards of beauty, so while this bugs me, it is what it is.
Yesterday my boyfriend told me I wasn't his type physically. Ouch. I'm too tall, etc.
It doesn't matter to me that thousands of people I don't know tell me how beautiful I am if someone I love doesn't think I am.
These thoughts make be feel shallow, but I'm just feeling insecure.
Instead of getting ready and working out before lunch, I spent that time crying. Changed out of my workout clothes to regular unflattering work clothes and I'm writing this instead of going for my run.
About 2 years after I got married, my ex husband stopped calling me beautiful so I stopped believing I was.
And Matt... This person who broke me, whom I love so much.... He was really in to me until the day I got back. There were a lot of factors at play, logically probably nothing to do with my physical beauty. He picked me up from the airport, I was a mess. Southwest delays were over 7 hours, and I felt gross. The next day he stopped talking to me.
These are the things I am thinking about this morning.
I'm not feeling confident today. Nick would look down at me when he was holding me and tell me how beautiful I was. Now it feels like it was fake. 😕
Inspiration 