This is not about entering the Miss USA or Mr. World contest. This is about comparing yourself to Brad Pitt or Angelina Jolie or anybody you see on a billboard or a magazine. Those photos have been retouched to a fare-theewell (trust me, I’ve met and interviewed bunches of these people). They’ve been powdered, primped, airbrushed, oiled, and lit so their own moms wouldn’t recognize ’em. Besides, if you read any of the fan magazines, you know that beautiful people don’t have all that easy a time dating either. So cut it out.
While you’re at it, don’t compare yourself to the homecoming court either, male or female, or to your next-door neighbor or your older or younger sibs or your parents’ wedding picture. You are who you are, and if you want to do a little fine-tuning there, fine. (That’s not to say, of course, that you can’t change and grow, and I’m not even against plastic surgery, but not before your first date, please. Know yourself, like yourself, and work on yourself.)
But you’ll only make yourself miserable for no reason if you continue to compare your own light to someone else’s bulb. You can choose to be either a pale imitation of how someone else looks or a vibrant, one-of-a-kind you. Guess which I suggest.
While you’re at it, don’t compare yourself to the homecoming court either, male or female, or to your next-door neighbor or your older or younger sibs or your parents’ wedding picture. You are who you are, and if you want to do a little fine-tuning there, fine. (That’s not to say, of course, that you can’t change and grow, and I’m not even against plastic surgery, but not before your first date, please. Know yourself, like yourself, and work on yourself.)
But you’ll only make yourself miserable for no reason if you continue to compare your own light to someone else’s bulb. You can choose to be either a pale imitation of how someone else looks or a vibrant, one-of-a-kind you. Guess which I suggest.
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