With love, comes sacrifice. Whether you’re loving someone else and have to sacrifice a part of your own happiness, or you’re loving yourself and have to sacrifice a part of someone else’s happiness. We as humans are extremely good at marketing our own lives to look a lot happier and better than the truth which lies beneath pixelated pigments. Some of us tend to display the bad times, some of us don’t. To be constantly posting about every little detail of our lives, are we even still living our own? I’ve once used social media as validation; attaching my self-worth to what was pleasing to the eyes of others. Slowly, I grew depressed. Constantly looking in the mirror, disgusted with myself then posting a perfectly angled selfie on Instagram only to feel validated once again by the outsider.
Looking at this picture of myself, I see astonishing beauty. I’ve never experienced this feeling before while looking at my own picture. Although I’m somewhat hiding behind my hair, I’ve always felt sensual with it, the way it falls down towards the Earth only to lay against the lines of my body. I believe this picture really captures my true beauty, the person I see myself to be.
