How I got over my ridiculous obsession with ridding my entire body of hair
It's probably no surprise that eventually I broke out on my face, my back and my chest, but not getting rid of the hair was out of the question. Instead of letting blemishes heal or covering them with concealer, I would literally try to pick them off, leaving scabs in their wake. Which, of course, would make me dislike my body even further.
There were brief reprieves in the breakout cycles, but I never felt like I looked good, let alone beautiful. Instead, all I could see were my flaws, and how everyone else was smoother and clearer-skinned—not to mention bigger-breasted and smaller-thighed—than I was. I began sizing up each woman I passed on campus, at parties, in my own sorority house. I became more and more hung up on how I looked in comparison to everyone else and I felt uglier as a result.
"Thoughts carry energy," says Amber Krzys, founder of the BodyHeart campaign, which advocates body acceptance among girls and women. "What we think, we create. So, if we focus on our hang-ups or if we think there's something wrong with our bodies, we will ultimately be proved right."
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