I’m most self conscious about my body in general… but my face, gah, if there’s anything I dislike most intensely, it’s probably my face. I’m a lot better than I used to be though; I don’t really consider each day a struggle anymore. I think it has to do with the fact that I’ve accomplished a lot in terms of sculpting my body, but also learning that I am lovable and that I can’t treat myself as a victim. It doesn’t do you any good. Obviously, I’m by no means cured but I tend to think about it less and less. I’ve learned a lot, as I’ve done a lot of soul searching since last summer. I’ve learned it’s totally acceptable to be different, and to embrace what makes me stand out. Also that it is not wise to live in fear, but instead, take steps to eliminate them. I learned about who I am, what I want, and who I am not and what I don’t want. I also learned that love exists, which is the most important of all.
Very little confidence in myself. As a woman - my sexuality and attractiveness. There’s a fine line between confidence and vanity. All I want is to feel secure in myself, in my relationship, and in all that I do. I hate feeling like everyone else has something more to offer than I do. I can possess confidence for a period of time, but then something usually pushes it back into hiding. It’s the same reason why I’ve stopped buying women’s magazines and lost my passion for fashion photography. I choose not to participate in those aspects of reality because they damage me.