No Filters
Now we live surrounded by photos and news, and the truth is, sometimes I feel small, in the face of this demanding digital world.
So many looks, so many ‘likes’, so much judgment.
There came a day when the mirror reflected more than my image; it echoed all those judgments, starting with my own.
“I don’t look like those girls”, I thought.
“I don’t have that perfect beauty”, I would tell myself again.
And now, here I am, questioning…
When did all this start to matter so much?
This need to fit in, to mold myself into a certain image.
Was it because I wanted to feel part of something,
accepted by everyone, pretending to be something I’m not?
The reality is that perfection is an illusion,
nobody looks perfect all the time, nor lives a flawless life.
Living always trying to reach that perfection,
always in fashion, impeccable…
That’s definitely not me.
I always thought that by accepting that vulnerability within me,
your liking for me would end.
It was never a secret that you admired the beauty of other girls,
that was always one of my insecurities, and maybe you never knew it.
“Falling in love with you meant always wanting to be something I’m not,
thinking that way you would never leave.
Now, years later, I realize that maybe that influenced your departure,
the pressure I put on myself, and in turn on you,
and the unhappiness that this farce brought me.”
Now I have learned to accept who I am,
to let go of that perfection that suffocated me,
to not be what others expect.
