the story of a woman is a messy one at minimum. for what do we see when we look in the mirror? what we saw yesterday as a baby is now a portrait of a lady. does it really depend on how your make up blends that day, or how you've placed your hair? does self image have much, if anything, to do with with outward appearance?
the answer is no.
our self image is more than sizes and color. its who and what we surround ourselves with. "self image" has not much to do with self, as we would assume. everything we know is a comparison. for what is black without white? and what is light without darkness? and what are we but "skinnier" "fatter" or "uglier" then her? well, we are ourselves.
but who is that?
look at your past. look where your headed. and lastly, look where you stand. its the roadmap which you follow to find...you. thats when these flashbacks and dreams break from their frames and walk into life in reality. portraits are as deceiving as liars themselves. that captured moment is gone weather you can still see it or not. see yourself for what you are. lying to yourself will hurt you more than their harsh truths ever could.