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Sometimes I notice a heavy, confusing feeling rise up in me around women, but instead of seeing it as resentment, I’m learning to understand it as a quiet signal, an invitation to grow. It isn’t anger; it’s more like a pressure in my chest asking me to look inward with honesty. When I stand in front of the mirror and start analyzing every detail—my jaw, my overbite, the asymmetry—I’m beginning to realize those thoughts aren’t really about women at all. They’re reflections of the old stories I’ve absorbed about worth and appearance.
And the more I pay attention, the more I see how much I actually admire women: the confidence, the grace, the variety of beauty that doesn’t need to fit a mold. Instead of comparing myself harshly, I’m trying to let that admiration soften me. Rather than believing I need to “fix” myself—jaw work, rhinoplasty, Accutane, whatever—I’m starting to imagine what it would feel like to let that energy inspire me instead: to appreciate women not as a measure I fail against, but as examples of strength, creativity, style, and self-expression that I can learn from.
What once felt like resentment is slowly becoming respect, curiosity, and even warmth. I’m realizing that my relationship with women, and with myself, doesn’t need to be shaped by insecurity. It can be shaped by appreciation, empathy, and the understanding that beauty is broader than the mirror ever shows.
And the more I pay attention, the more I see how much I actually admire women: the confidence, the grace, the variety of beauty that doesn’t need to fit a mold. Instead of comparing myself harshly, I’m trying to let that admiration soften me. Rather than believing I need to “fix” myself—jaw work, rhinoplasty, Accutane, whatever—I’m starting to imagine what it would feel like to let that energy inspire me instead: to appreciate women not as a measure I fail against, but as examples of strength, creativity, style, and self-expression that I can learn from.
What once felt like resentment is slowly becoming respect, curiosity, and even warmth. I’m realizing that my relationship with women, and with myself, doesn’t need to be shaped by insecurity. It can be shaped by appreciation, empathy, and the understanding that beauty is broader than the mirror ever shows.
