I hate myself


I am not 2-dimensional. But snapchat and Facebook make me so. A 2-dimensional me, unflattering pictures, showing lower than low. Whenever I go on Facebook, I become self conscious about my photos. And judge other people based on theirs. If I don’t look like a model in every picture I get upset. If I have a double chin or squinty eyes or a goofy dimple or a hundred other things it can ruin a memory for me. I start thinking of how I looked that day and whether or not others perceived me in either a hostile or loving way based on my looks. Continue reading “I hate myself”