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How To Be A Human Being.


I wanted to share the narrative that runs through my mind as I look at this picture.

The first thing that I notice is my nose, always my nose. It is my greatest insecurity and the one thing that I hate about myself enough to ever think about changing. However, they tell me that it is something I inherited from my grandfather and it therefore remains a homage to him. 

The next thing I notice is my height, or lack thereof. I always thought that I was of average size until a boy made an issue of how 'short' I was in comparison to him. I reach 158cm, which is not small enough to qualify for hobbit status but also not tall enough to be considered 'average' height. The women in my family do not seem to grow beyond this height so I told this boy that unless he wanted to manipulate my genetics, I was stuck this way. Over time, this issue became something that I began to internalise and it still unknowingly interferes with my perception of myself.

Thirdly, I analyse the size of my upper arms and the stretch marks that are layered upon them like an unfinished painting of the London underground. I have put on three stone over the past year due to a combination of things, but I now can't look at my own reflection without thinking about that additional weight. It makes me feel uncomfortable in my skin, evokes a cycle of self-loathing.

Although I could go on, I wanted to demonstrate that we each have insecurities and sometimes the act of writing them out makes one realise just how irrational they are. Social media is so filled with depictions of lives that we spend our time coveting, even though behind these images, we are all the same. I challenge you to post a picture, share your three insecurities, depict your own humanness.

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