Some days you think you are a 10, some days you think you are a 3. Sometimes you are extremely confident and think you can get any (person of the desired gender) that you want, some days you think that everyone who has ever been into you was faking it out of pity.
It even varies moment to moment for me. I’ll look at myself (physique or face) in one mirror and wonder how I can even get around without being swarmed by women. Then I’ll catch a glimpse of my side profile or a different angle in another mirror and want to wear a headscarf and baggy clothes for the rest of my life out of shame.
Is this normal? How do y’all cope with this?
Do I have an abnormal and unhealthy body image? Or is it possible that I’m a particularly and strangely selectively attractive person?
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