I wish I were prettier. It's the plain and simple, yet somehow crass, truth. Some people wish for wealth, that they would never have to worry about finances again. Others wish for success, notoriety, fame. I wish that I were prettier.
There is a condition that I was made away of a few years ago called Body Dysmorphic Disorder. I dismissed it immediately, equating it in my head with the picture of tall, beautiful blond women looking at themselves in the mirror and pinching imaginary fat. But my flaws are more apparent than that, at least to me. I'm short. I have a front tooth that sticks out further than the other. I have stretchmarks and excess weight after having my daughter.
I feel like I have a scarlet letter around my neck, that everyone sees me and immediately sees what's wrong with me.
I know it's ridiculous, but it's true.
Clean
8 years ago
This is not, not, not ridiculous. I have Body Dysmorphia too. I don't wish for fame or success or wealth. I wish for size 0 pants, tiny legs and a perfectly toned stomach. Someone once asked me if I'd rather have a million dollars or my ideal body and without missing a beat I said, "the perfect body." It's sad but true.
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