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[holly_evolving]

I love my friends. I couldn't have done better had I been there myself (although I would have tried like hell to climb on her!)

Religion is supposed to be bloody.

http://www.livejournal.com/users/sororbabylon/310020.html?#cutid1


In my new avatar you can see how enormous my boobs are in comparison to my pointy shoulders. They kinda freak me out. I don't look in mirrors much.

I really love my friends. Thanks cosmic_hiccup
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Comments

[vampire-scion.livejournal.com]

I'm not saying your perfect! Ain't no such thing! (Though a case could be made for the objective analysis of beauty dealing in terms of symmetry, proportion, and the biological imperative of sexuality, but I digress).

I'm just saying that you shouldn't be so hard on yourself for asthetic reasons, and that the stuff that at least I notice about you has much more to do with the personage of your physicality rather than the individual parts.

And, well above and beyond that, is your mind. Anyone who knows you would tell you that you are an awesome person because of that luscious casaba of a brain you have.

And who knows you better than you? You have lots of stuff to be proud of. Strength, integrity, compassion, sensibility. So look in the mirror, smile that smile of yours, and enjoy the reflection.

Anyway, without a mirror, how else are you going to get that ribbon in your hair? (By the way, didn't know that it was in your hair, I thought it was hanging around your neck and shoulders, hence my state of huhwhat).

[holly-evolving.livejournal.com]

It's actually pretty easy to get done up without a mirror. The ribbon is just tied around my head. My hair was in two braids (which I also don't have to look in a mirror to do) so there wasn't anything to snag on. I don't usually look in a mirror unless I'm putting on makeup. I like how I look fine, it's just an extension of how little I think about myself. My bills, my friends, my freaking job search, but not myself.

I am a tad insecure, though, so I love compliments. They make me feel all silly. Thanks!

[vampire-scion.livejournal.com]

You should think more of yourself. You're a better person than most I've met.

I give you compliments because you truly deserve them. I must insist on disagreeing with whenever you disparage yourself. And what I'm no expert on your or the innermost workings on your mind, nor am I completely clued in as to your backgroundor current situation, I think the self-criticism undeserved.

And, I'm insecure, as well-- so I totally understand. Low self esteem. Low self image. Lack of confidence. Shyness. You name it, I am it. (I'm working on it, though)

I'm also silly-- if you haven't noticed.

[holly-evolving.livejournal.com]

I don't like to think that I disparage myself; more that I have other, more important things to think about. But maybe I do. I do try to love myself--desperately insecure people make poor lovers, and I try to give my best.

If it makes you feel any better, I think you're cute and I've always found your conversation engaging (which means you must be smart and charming). And silly is good. Silly is not too serious. Silly is relief.

[vampire-scion.livejournal.com]

I have trouble loving myself.

I also find that I have confidence and love at the same time. Not to say that one is dependent upon the other. The two are mutually exclusive.

To sum up: I'm smart enough to fake being smart, charming enough to get myself in trouble, and silly enough to grow a moustache.