No one ever really seems completely happy with life. With their hair, teeth, body, money situation. You name it. Something is always wrong somewhere.
I am no better. I look at pictures of me with my hair short, and wish I could chop it off, then when its short, I look at pictures of it long and wish it would grow. I think I am fat, and see pictures of me at 140 thinking how thin I look, but I remember being 140 and thinking I was fat still.
It makes me wonder if I can ever just be happy? With my hair, my body, my family, with life. Can anyone TRULY just be happy?
Don't get me wrong. I am happy I am satisfied with life. Does that mean I don't look at the other side of the fence, or wonder what if? No. I still do that, I think that everyone does. Why?
I am no better. I look at pictures of me with my hair short, and wish I could chop it off, then when its short, I look at pictures of it long and wish it would grow. I think I am fat, and see pictures of me at 140 thinking how thin I look, but I remember being 140 and thinking I was fat still.
It makes me wonder if I can ever just be happy? With my hair, my body, my family, with life. Can anyone TRULY just be happy?
Don't get me wrong. I am happy I am satisfied with life. Does that mean I don't look at the other side of the fence, or wonder what if? No. I still do that, I think that everyone does. Why?
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