I’ve realised something about myself — even though I’m slowly learning to recognise my patterns and triggers, I still struggle when people put the spotlight on me. Compliments, comments about being good-looking, or being fit… I just can’t receive them well. It doesn’t feel like they belong to me.
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| I always feel those words should go to the “demigods” out there — the confident ones with the right build, the right genes, the natural presence. They wear that armour of confidence so easily. I don’t. When the spotlight hits me, my instinct is to retreat into the shadows. |
I’m not afraid of hard work. I just don’t want to stand on a stage where every flaw feels magnified. Even models need photographers to hide or adjust imperfections — so what about someone like me, with my ordinary looks and weak spots? It’s hard not to imagine people looking with judgement or disapproval.
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I know I tend to overthink. I know my mind runs ahead of reality. But sometimes, letting these thoughts out helps me release the heaviness instead of keeping it inside. I’m still learning to balance everything — recognising the darkness, stepping out before I spiral too far, and trying to accept that not every spotlight is meant to expose me. Sometimes it’s just someone’s way of seeing something good in me… even if I can’t see it myself yet.
Jeff
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