As we know, we live in a society that sets standards all the time in any possible field. We have aesthetic, academic, professional, behavioral standards and many others. When we do not fit this pattern we feel excluded and we have difficulty accepting ourselves, for this reason, we have difficulty socializing and we start to think that we must change who we are in order to "fit in" and not be a lonely person and without any company .
It is no different with me, I do not fit the standard of beauty that society imposes. This affected my self-esteem and I was extremely unhappy and dissatisfied with my own image. This dissatisfaction isolated me from everything and everyone, I could not establish any kind of relationship with anyone, because I was so dissatisfied with me that I felt that I would be rejected by everyone.
My parents, concerned about my situation, proposed that I go to therapy so that I could better deal with these negative feelings around myself. It was not easy to change this view, but little by little I managed to improve and see that I don't need to fit into unreachable standards and that I could be who I am and focus on my qualities. It is not easy today, but I try to take it one step at a time, with the certainty that paranoias in my head should not be adopted as truth, but should be debated and help me to build a better conception of myself.
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I am a student so I would belive school uniform is the worst. It's like a prision uniform( ugly and uncomfortable ) also it ruins the idea of spirit and pride.
if I were a parent I would probably think it's a great idea because now a days people wear really short clothes expecially girls.so the uniforms provide a sence of hiding those parts as well as providing equality.
if I were a principal I would love the idea. that means less write ups on dress code violations which equals less paperwork for me and it would also make the school look better and more proper
She sat on the old wooden bench, clutching her purse tightly in her lap, the crazy old woman felt bad, as she looked at the ground.
