My journey of being ugly.
Magic mirror, who is the fairest one of all ? I have always been asking myself if the amount of time I take to embellish my physical appearance is self-affirmation or a sort of expel from the nametags I have been given : fat, ugly, chubby… The way I get frustrated if a pimple shows up on my periods or if my belly is showing is far from being normal. Because the normal woman I should be is a put together one, with a fair skin and a shaped body. The idealized body image we all get from the unattainable beauty standards extinguishes one’s confidence, and so it did for me. My experience of not being beautiful enough led me into eating disorders, self underestimation and social withdrawal in a period of my life. At some point, I realized that self harm was my one and only alternative to appeal the love I wished for, the job I dreamed of or the future self-projection I had. Before scrolling Instagram, there were TV shows and fashion industry that used to give us t...