scott-50301738 @scott-50301738
I've always been a bit of an enigma to myself and others. I was born into a family where beauty and elegance were highly valued, and from a young age, I was groomed to fit the mold. My parents were both stunningly beautiful themselves, so it's no wonder that they pushed me to excel in every aspect of my life.
Growing up was a whirlwind of activities, classes, and events designed to showcase my talents. And it wasn't just academics - music lessons, dance lessons, and modeling for local photographers were all part of the package. It made me feel like I was living someone else's dream rather than my own.
But beneath the polished exterior, there's a whole different story waiting to be told. There are scars that aren't visible on the surface - emotional wounds from being pushed too hard, from never quite measuring up, and from feeling trapped in this life of luxury and expectation. It's funny how a simple act like trying on clothes can bring all those feelings back to the forefront.
Do you have any idea what I might be thinking as I try on these outfits? What am I searching for when I look at myself in the mirror? Am I searching for validation or something more?
