By Jasmine Sinlao
Being a kid was a lot more carefree than being a teenager. When I was younger, I thought I had nothing wrong with my face. Sure, I thought my nose was pretty bulky but nothing too much. I remember one day I was in front of a mirror and observing my face very carefully, thinking I was lucky to have almost little to no imperfections.
As I grew up, the amount of stress increased. I worried more about my appearance due to social media’s beauty standards. I started disliking my facial appearance, more specifically my forehead. It’s pretty big, not gigantic or humungous, just big.
I didn’t grow this insecurity until eighth grade where my friend, at the time, slapped it. “Damn, you have a pretty big forehead,” he said. It was really funny, not going to lie, but ever since it was pointed out that’s all I’ve seen when I look at myself in the mirror.
Throughout the eighth grade and first few years in high school, I would try multiple things to make my head appear a bit smaller than it was. I tried parting my hair a different way, wore headbands and even tried makeup back in freshman year. I don’t know if it ever worked, but as I went into my junior year of high school, I stopped caring as much as before.
I started growing a little confidence overtime and made some great friends who helped contribute to this confidence. The people in my life helped reduce my negative thoughts about my appearance and make me feel better about myself.
I later then grew a fondness of my facial appearance. I learned that although I cannot change what I have right now, I can learn to love myself and the body that God gave me. I learned to accept my insecurity and to stop being cruel about it.
Everyone is different. We all have imperfections, whether you choose to accept it or not. Learning to love yourself can be the greatest thing you can do for yourself, and for the sake of your sanity.
Being a kid was a lot more carefree than being a teenager. When I was younger, I thought I had nothing wrong with my face. Sure, I thought my nose was pretty bulky but nothing too much. I remember one day I was in front of a mirror and observing my face very carefully, thinking I was lucky to have almost little to no imperfections.
As I grew up, the amount of stress increased. I worried more about my appearance due to social media’s beauty standards. I started disliking my facial appearance, more specifically my forehead. It’s pretty big, not gigantic or humungous, just big.
I didn’t grow this insecurity until eighth grade where my friend, at the time, slapped it. “Damn, you have a pretty big forehead,” he said. It was really funny, not going to lie, but ever since it was pointed out that’s all I’ve seen when I look at myself in the mirror.
Throughout the eighth grade and first few years in high school, I would try multiple things to make my head appear a bit smaller than it was. I tried parting my hair a different way, wore headbands and even tried makeup back in freshman year. I don’t know if it ever worked, but as I went into my junior year of high school, I stopped caring as much as before.
I started growing a little confidence overtime and made some great friends who helped contribute to this confidence. The people in my life helped reduce my negative thoughts about my appearance and make me feel better about myself.
I later then grew a fondness of my facial appearance. I learned that although I cannot change what I have right now, I can learn to love myself and the body that God gave me. I learned to accept my insecurity and to stop being cruel about it.
Everyone is different. We all have imperfections, whether you choose to accept it or not. Learning to love yourself can be the greatest thing you can do for yourself, and for the sake of your sanity.