Fast forward to now. Same old narrative, different crowd.
I share my life online (blog & instagram) as a place for creativity and inspiration. I find it strange (yet plausible) how a deplorable-looking guy like me (according to societal vanity standards), mustered up the courage to start a blog/instagram back in 2014. I wasn’t your cool guy with well-defined jawline, greek physique, oozing with confidence.
I love the community i’ve built here, but as expected, mean people never hesitate to share their negative comments about my appearance.
Societal standards for “handsome” includes a certain personality and look that I simply can’t acquire. It’s a stupid move, chasing and validating my self-worth by chasing standards that don’t make me happy.
You’re probably wondering how I ended up where I am today. Confident and carefree.
That moment happened earlier this year when I scrolled through instagram, when all of a sudden I was bombarded with one influencer guy after another and realized none of this aspirational content gave me joy. I felt extremely crappy compared to the male bloggers with huge biceps, wearing Bruno Magli, exploring Bora Bora post after post.
Not to mention that 1. it wasn’t giving me any value and 2. I was craving real, authentic people on social media.
- Confidence comes from within, flowing out… not the other way around.
- My oddball moments and romantic quirks aren’t flaws; rather, a superpower. That’s what sets me apart, and what makes me I A N.
- It’s a state of mind. That mental mantra we say both in private/public.
- D N A beats outward appearance any day. It’s great to look the part, but the only way to find personal satisfaction is by embracing your blissful self (personality, character, quirks, looks).