Sending lots of hugs to the original poster! Reading her description, I totally get how she feels. It's like I'm looking at myself in a mirror.
Let me tell you my story first, if you don't mind.
When I was at school, my family was poor, but I was lucky enough to go to an art school. Students at art schools are usually very privileged and beautiful. I was short and poor, and I felt particularly inferior. I got along well with my classmates, but this inferiority complex stayed with me until I started working.
After graduating, I started working. I was really happy to find that I was able to do a good job, was hardworking and motivated, and was liked by my customers. I realised that it's not so much about appearance and family background, but more about having a good character and being able to do the job well. When I felt strong enough, I slowly gained confidence.
I asked lots of people if they ever felt inferior to me because I was short. They all said that they loved my short stature and found me especially cute for being small.
When I was almost thirty, I had a bit of a mishap in a traffic accident, which resulted in a broken thigh bone. After surgery, I had a scar on my thigh that was nearly 40 centimeters long and an eight-centimeter scar on my forehead. I had never had scars or acne since I was young and had fair skin, so I really couldn't accept having these two ugly scars.
I stopped wearing skirts, and when I went out, I either wore a hat or a scar on my forehead to cover the single scar on my forehead. I was also particularly worried that I would not find a partner, and I was feeling pretty down every day.
Later on, I came across Helen's biography (you know, the author of "If I Had Three Days of Light"). Helen had a rough start in life, becoming deaf and blind due to illness.
But she didn't let it get her down. With the help of her teacher Sullivan, she learned Braille, reading and writing, and later became a well-known author. Compared to Helen, I feel so lucky! Helen has also become my role model.
I know I can't change the ugly scar, but I try to be brave and accept it. I also try to accept myself, warts and all! Instead of focusing on the external scars, I try to pay more attention to my inner feelings.
I tell myself it's okay, with or without scars. I have to love myself, and I deserve to be loved. My parents and friends love me just the same, no matter what.
When I accept myself, I slowly become more confident, and it's such a wonderful feeling!
I stopped worrying about my scars and started wearing short skirts and going out to socialize. I realized that as long as I didn't mention my scars, no one would pay any attention to them. They were more interested in who I was as a person.
Later on, I married through a matchmaking service. I once asked my husband if he had hesitated at the time because of my disfigured forehead.
He said that if I hadn't mentioned it, he wouldn't have noticed the scar. After listening to my experience, he was even more determined to be with me. He was really moved by what I'd been through and by my optimistic character. He felt that I deserved to be loved.
This is just my own experience, but I think it's a good one! We can't change the fact that we were born, but we can still control our destiny.
Life never gets better on its own, but you can make it better! It's all about accepting what you can't change and embracing your imperfect self.
From this moment on, it's time to awaken your inner self! Go exercise, go study, work hard to be self-disciplined, love yourself, and nourish yourself.
You know, exercise changes health, learning changes ability, and self-discipline develops good habits. And there's no one else outside, only yourself. So, you see, the only one who can make yourself better and better is yourself.
You deserve to be loved and to have a good life, so believe it!
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I can totally understand how he feels, everyone has their own struggles. It's such a pity that he lets the past define his present and future. Maybe it's time to seek out support groups where he can meet people who have gone through similar experiences.
Life is too short to be held back by our insecurities. I wish he could realize his worth isn't defined by his background or scar. There are people who will love him for who he truly is, beyond his appearance.
It sounds like he's been through a lot, but hiding away won't make the pain go away. Perhaps talking to a therapist could help him work through these feelings of inadequacy and learn to accept himself just as he is.
He should not let fear dictate his life. It's understandable to feel vulnerable, but opening up to others might bring unexpected kindness and acceptance. Sometimes, all we need is a chance to let someone in.
Everyone deserves love and companionship. I hope he finds the courage to look past his fears and see that there are people out there who would appreciate him for everything that he is, scars and all.