masking it

sometimes i don't like myself. do you know this feeling?

being the contemplative type, i ask myself lots of "why" questions until i feel like i've explored my mood.

beauty is a recurring theme during these musings. here are some possible reasons i've brainstormed:
-i grew up in a beauty salon.
-there's a history of all kinds of plastic surgery in my immediate family: boobs, chins, lipo, noses, etc.
-i'm a girl in modern-day american culture.

i feel like i've heard and believed (at various times) a lot of very conflicting and confusing messages about beauty.

i'm done with that.
everyone is beautiful. especially you.

love,
sam