The quintessential self-image post

Body image, self image, self esteem--whatever you want to call it, most people struggle with it at one time or another in their lives. Stereotypically, women are pictured when one imagines someone with this sort of problem. And, despite being a psychological issue, it is obviously deeply rooted in physical and social interactions.

I am no exception to the aforementioned rule. When I had only one year left of elementary school, I began to notice differences between how I appeared and how my friend K did, and I've struggled ever since with similar comparisons.

But I digress. When I started high school, I became much more comfortable with: a) who I am and b) my own skin (figuratively, of course). My next-to-daily ensemble of yoga pants and a t-shirt has become a staple not only embraced by myself but by my peers as well. The carefree, yet lazy, ambience I easily exude is no longer questioned in the way it used to be, and discontinues its reputation as the subject of friends' jokes; mostly because I poke fun at myself.

The dependent clause most previously mentioned is key to self-acceptance, or as Maslow called it self-actualization. I would like to say that I reap the rewards of such a "key," but if I did I would be a liar. Half of my time is spent contemplating what I think of saying before I actually say it. I weigh the possible consequences a little bit too much and, therefore, am unable to live in the moment. And this returns to the reason why I wear yoga pants all the time. I seek comfort (as mentioned in the below post) in everything. But I also seek security. My yoga pants, t-shirts, and favorite black rain jacket/windbreaker are cute and (I hope) flattering enough to make me look remotely attractive.

Long story short? Presentation is everything. So is confidence. If you don't wear confidence along with any outfit, you won't go anywhere. Everyone has skeletons in their closets (or pudgy regions, for that matter). A final message--people who think size matters are wrong. You could have, erm, assets just as perfect as the next girl, but if you present yourself differently or inaccurately from the get-go it's (To Be Continued)...

It is very late. And I will edit this tomorrow so that I can continuer!