Many of Rae's mental activities are almost identical to mine. When I hear words that hurt myself, I also act like I don't care about my companions. But in fact, every word of these words will be played back and forth in my brain like a repeater, and it has become a heartbreak that I cannot erase.
I remember a boy I had a crush on. In order to encourage me to give a speech, he said, "Even if the speech is not good, it can be changed. It's not like being ugly can't be changed." My brain at that time was like a magnifying glass, infinite The word "ugly" is magnified. In fact, he didn't necessarily say that I was ugly, but since then, I have hated my appearance and didn't want to get along with the opposite sex. Even complaining that God is unfair, why not let me have a beautiful appearance.
Later, like Rae, I worked hard to participate in activities and meet more people, and I found that appearance is really not the most important thing. My energy and humor also made me popular and boys started to like me. My inferiority complex was slowly healed by me, of course, the process was tortuous.
The guy I used to like has a very beautiful girlfriend. A jealous me inside of me always thinks, if God gave me a little bit of beauty, would we be able to be together?
However, another peaceful me in my heart gently hugged me and said to me that it is also good to be a healthy and happy girl, a beautiful girl will worry about the passing of time, but a humorous and wise girl will only Bonus points for her.
I think, after years of hard work, I have slowly learned to be gentle with reality.
Cherish the life and sunshine I have, nothing is more important than this.
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