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The Mirror Lies

I have told many people this in my life, this piece of pseudo-wisdom that I myself believe but am unable to apply to my own life.
The Mirror Lies
Those of us with self-esteem issues, body image issues, or just general insecurity do not see an accurate reflection of ourselves. It is like looking in a funhouse mirror, the image is warped and distorted. We see every blemish, every scar, every bad decision, every mistake we have ever made. We see these things our “ugliness” manifested on the outside reflecting how we feel about ourselves and our lives. It does not matter that the rest of the world doesn’t see it, because we do.. That is our reality.
But like I said
The Mirror Lies
Because if there was someone standing right there looking directly at us, not at our reflection in that funhouse mirror. They would see our beauty, they would see someone confident and deserving of love and affection.
To those of you that feel broken, ugly, and undeserving I give you this challenge..
Don’t Listen To The Mirror’s Lies
Instead take the time and make the effort, to see yourself through the eyes of others. Allow yourself to feel as beautiful and amazing as you truly are.

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Sensitive Boy

I HATE to called sensitive. Absolutely cannot stand it!!!
That was the word my mother would use when defending my emotional out bursts and tears to her boyfriend. “He’s just sensitive” and to this day when someone calls me that I can still hear his voice echoing in my ears “sensitive is just another word for weak”. He would tell me that we would ” discuss” my sensitivity later, and the man never forgot. These “discussions” would only happen when we were alone, my mother at work and my little sister gone or in bed asleep. I knew it was time for a “discussion” when he would say “come here sensitive boy”.. This was often followed by a phrase about “teaching” me to “be a man” or something along those lines.
“Men are not emotional”

“Men don’t cry”

“Men know how to handle pain”
And I tell you pain was his favorite lesson to teach and the only one that stuck with me. I could take a beating and not make a sound, I even learned to fall quietly so that my little sister did not know what was happening.

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