I'm being attacked about my looks again. Kicking myself, for absolutely no reason really. I'm really bad with this. I keep on forgetting that God is in control, keep on leaving myself open to attack in this area in particular. I always wanted to be the perfect person, look great, love whoever I wanted and have them love me back even if it was just because of how I looked - all this unconsciously. Thus, I look at myself in a mirror or on my webcam and think, "My gosh, Cilla, who could ever like you? You look awful. You look like a kid. You look stupid. It only gets worse when you smile, you know." Then I think about it and realize that it's not me thinking this. The truth is that God gives me my friends. The truth is that whoever God wants to love me, will. The truth is that God made me exactly the way He wanted to, and most of the time I happen to like the way I look, thank you.
In any case, all this was the preface. I'm turning on the said webcam and writing a description of me, just because I'm sick of what satan keeps saying. So, from head to toe, here goes one of my most random posts yet.
Objective description of me:
I'm little (5'3"), but I've always liked that because it makes me look almost as cuddly as I am. My hair is pretty short, about to the bottom of my shoulder blades, dark brown with a bit of red in it. My face is an unusual shape, almost oval but with cheekbones that sometimes make it look square. My eyebrows are one of my main forms of expression, even though I can never get them even and they're rather thick for a member of "the fair sex". Steely blue eyes that get lighter if I cry. Average ears (pierced), little chin, and eyelashes about as long as they come. The inside of my mouth takes after my mom's - I've got big, straight teeth. The outside is more like Dad's, bigger lips that curl into a smile naturally.
My shoulders are broad and I've always been strong in my upper body. Arms are proportionate to everything else. I don't like my hands that well. I'm inclined to think that my fingers are too short for their width. I have a nice "tummy", or will once I finish losing the 8lbs that look more like about 10 or more because of my height. I've got nice legs and my feet are small but more or less good looking, even though my toes aren't as long as I sometimes think they should be. Dad says I'm well proportioned, Mom says everything fits. Michelle says I could get any guy I wanted; but she's thinking one night stand and I'm going for forever. That's me.
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