I take a lot of flattering photos of myself. Here is one that is distinctly not.
That’s me, post 32 minutes of cardio. I am covered in sweat, my belly is bulging, and I’m still trying to smize for the camera.
Point is, I do get a lot of people who message me, call me beautiful. Call me perfect. I am not Linda Evangelista.
I’m a dude figuring shit out. You get a lot of my highs, and here’s a moment of me just working on myself. I am a mess. I am allowed to be, and so are you. Don’t assume you aren’t amazing because you’re comparing yourself to some guy with angled photos in a good light. We’re all human. Be a good one.