I took a picture of myself to send to a friend today and as I looked at it I was a bit ashamed. Not from the overabundance of boobage or of how I’m wearing very little makeup but because all I could think was, “I am not that skinny”. In the first picture, I am standing, with the camera up high and giving him an incredulous look (he’s quite ridiculous at times). In the second picture, I am sitting down and I called it my “truth in advertising” picture. I wasn’t sucking in my gut, pushing my chest out, or using filters. It was all about angles. We all do that at times, don’t we? We use an angle to our advantage.
The angle isn’t always about looks. It’s in the way we present ourselves to the general population. We make ourselves look better than we feel we really are. Note: I said FEEL. We rarely advertise our faults, insecurities, irrational behaviors, or anything else that makes us who we really are as a person. We want people to like us so we give them what we think will be liked.
There is no vulnerability in angles. Angles are all edges that show no softness. If we were to tell people, “hey, the reason that I feel this way about a certain topic is THIS”, well..they might laugh at us. Talk or think bad about us. They might *gasp* realize that we are human.
Every single one of us is a story in the making. Every single one of us has good sides, bad sides, shady sides, and some sides that we don’t even want to encounter ourselves. We mask it with angles, with clothes, with makeup, with filters, with anything that we can get our hands on. Some of us mask ourselves with personalities and attitudes that are off putting in the hopes that no one will realize inside we’re just mush. That we are bitten by the sharpness of the world and that we cringe on a daily basis because of the lack of respect and love for people who are just like us in that they are imperfect as well.
As a society we need to accept that everyone of us is imperfect. That we are all just as messed up as the person who gives the angle of having it together. It takes a single moment in your life to make that facade crash down. How much easier it would be to put ourselves back together if we met ourselves head on instead of from an angle.