People walk past me, glance at me, and fix themselves. They throw on lipstick and fix their eyelashes. Stare at me. Glare at me. Smile, frown. Repeat. They're unhappy with me. But it's not me who makes them look bad. It's their own mind playing tricks on them. They see something they're not. They see cellulite and wrinkles. An off-kilter nose. Small eyes. Big ears. But what I see is beautiful. I see glowing skin, a happy smile, bright eyes, and a wonderful life. So why do they see themselves negatively? Why do they blame me?
A mirror cannot play tricks. But the mind can. A distorted self-image can lead to a life of self-punishment and self-loathing. Tabloids with airbrushed models make the average person feel as if they are part of a lesser breed. So, the mind compensates. This is a problem that I, along with many young adolescents, have faced at one point. It may not seem like a large problem in the grand scheme of things, but that does not mean it did not hinder the quality of many everyday activities in my life. …show more content…
Ellie, concentrate. Oh God, what is she looking at? It's my legs, isn't it? Why am I so ugly? No no no no.
"Ellie. Eyes on your test. You can't answer a math problem by daydreaming. Not with the right answer, anyways." Her eyes bore down on me from the front of the classroom, but my mind was a runaway train and was not stopping for