I deserve a damn good camera phone!

Take a picture!

It takes just one person to say you’re ugly and the next thing you need is dozens of people to tell you otherwise. I needed more (or less?) than that. I needed psychotherapy. I needed to tell myself you’re beautiful.

Wholeheartedly.

You’re beautiful.

Not just say— act on it.

The first thing I did was to dye my hair blonde because I wanted to.

Then my boyfriend started to take pictures of me everywhere and all the time.

I would look at those pictures and think I don’t cringe at myself as much as I used to. I think I look handsome.

Not right away, but steadily I built it up — a stepped mental path from mere tolerating to seriously frickin loving my face.

That was years ago.

I came to terms with myself being full of beauty after spending months in psychotherapy.

Today, I don’t see myself as ugly anymore.

But sometimes I still need proof.

A few days ago, I bought a new phone. It was an impulsive purchase. I woke up one grey morning and told my boyfriend okay I want a phone with a damn good camera. I didn’t say that, but I think the phrase precisely captures…