I'll be honest, for a lot time I hated how I looked. I had no body dsyphoria or shame in that regard. Although I was told by many people I did, because I didn't wear what was popular and wasn't one for showing off my God Given Assets like floats during Macy's Thanksgiving parade. I did however really of hate my face. I hated almost everything about it, and I disliked being short. I also hated my hands and for a long time extra muscle in my legs
I've always been baby faced, even through puberty my face changed a bit. It hardened in areas but I still looked 12. The other boys and girls finished puberty looking like men and women around 17 and 18 and I still looked like Dennis the Menace with a tan. It added a whole new dimension of crap to a childhood that revolved around surviving bullies, being picked on and having the teacher side with the bully, since the bullies had more friends to back their fake stories.
It got to the point where I spent more time inside on the computer or playing video games, than I did outside doing things and making friends, going to the mall or spending time at the beach. Sure I made a name for myself as an editor for stuntmen, but I also lost a lot of myself. I was biding my time existing and not living. I didn't even really want to take pictures with people. One day, I got up and said "SCREW IT" it was the smartest choice I've made regarding myself image.
I realized I spent all that time aspiring to look like somebody, who wasn't me. I became the worst person on judging a person by looks, except the only person I ever judged was me and it sucked the life out of me damn near.
At that moment, I saw one Hot Son of Gun looking back at me in the mirror. I was finally able to see ME. I think I finally started to see, what a lot of other people saw. A kind face with with honey brown bedroom eyes, reddish pink lips that always look kiss swollen, A dimple on my cheek that only came out to play when I smile. I started seeing hands that were strong enough to open jars, hands that showed they've done work, created and made things even though they were sorta small. Those same muscles in my legs that I hated because they could give the illusion of hips and often had. I saw what they were muscular legs that signified hard work and dedication to my sports.
Society may teach us to be uptight about appearances and sometimes, life calls for that to a certain degree like job interviews and work place tattoos. But what impedes us the most regarding our looks and appearance it's ourselves. Ultimately we have to buck up, grow up and realize we look fine and just over ourselves.
I may not be George Clooney, David Beckham or J.LO but I'm one hot ME.