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The weirdest thing is seeing drop-dead gorgeous trans women being like "aww fuck im hideous" but meanwhile there's literally a person who can't apply their blue eyeshadow evenly going around insisting they're some kind of beautifully passable makeup savant.
And I dunno why -tangent- but while I don't shame people for things they can't control, I do feel like people who go around insisting they're badasses when they suck are setting themselves up.
If you can't draw a face, you're not a portrait artist.
If you can't draw a face, you're not a portrait artist.
None of us have any control over the features we were born with, or our socialization, or what we like in the bedroom. But we do have control over how we act and how we present.
My biggest social anxiety has always been a fear that I suck at things I think I'm good at.
My biggest social anxiety has always been a fear that I suck at things I think I'm good at.
I was designing stuff professionally in my second year of college and still regularly broke down sobbing because I was afraid I had no talent. The hardest part of learning to perform was the fear that I was making people's ears bleed and them being too nice to tell me.
I'm not kidding about that last one- I literally used to secretly peek over at people's ears just to be sure I didn't split their drums. When I learned makeup I never went out in public with it (except guyliner, obv) until I could make it look like I wasn't wearing any.
So I just cannot for the life of me relate or empathize with people who go around insisting they're amazing at something they aren't.
And then I see these genuinely beautiful, talented people so certain they're ugly or worthless and I just want to hug them
And then I see these genuinely beautiful, talented people so certain they're ugly or worthless and I just want to hug them
I just want to tell them they're worth it and not so bad, and beautiful.
And then I realize which group I'm a part of. And it kind of helps, cus I look around and realize I'm in good fucking company.
And then I realize which group I'm a part of. And it kind of helps, cus I look around and realize I'm in good fucking company.
I think, if the people I admire and respect and look up to feel that way about themselves, and they're so clearly wrong, then how wrong am I about all the shitty self-effacing crap that runs through my head?
Probably, if the pattern holds, just as wrong as they are.
Probably, if the pattern holds, just as wrong as they are.
