For the past several months I’ve been more dissatisfied with the way I look than usual. Sorry to say, but I’ve never been particularly good at practicing radical self-love and acceptance, preferring instead to vacillate between mild self-criticism to severe self-loathing. Of late, that’s been of the physical nature — my body issues are well-documented, but oh my God, lately? I’ve been hating on my face.
My faaaaaaaace. It’s so big! There’s so much cheek! I have a huge blockhead, what the fuck? For the past six months or so, my facial self-criticism has been really especially bad. I’d look in the mirror and have weird moments of disconnection. That’s not my face? Do I really look like that? My face doesn’t make sense in its current configuration. What is that about?
But! This week, I finally solved the Great Face Caper of 2013. Keep reading »