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Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, So she stood in front of the mirror unable to see beyond what she defined as beauty. Constantly seeking approval from her beholders. What she sees is not perfect and that’s fine, because she believes she does not possess the lens to see beyond that reflection. So she hands that lens to her judge, believing they hold the vision for her true self. She stands before them, projecting the image of “I am what you see.” That is the worst form of self-disparagement I know. We behold ourselves before anyone ever does. Others only see the reflection of what we declare ourselves to be. So our outward projection is nothing but the inward reflection of who we say we are
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Dec 13, 2025
Dec 13, 2025 at 2:24 PM UTC
Her beholder
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, So she stood in front of the mirror unable to see beyond what she defined as beauty. Constantly seeking approval from her beholders. What she sees is not perfect and that’s fine, because she believes she does not possess the lens to see beyond that reflection. So she hands that lens to her judge, believing they hold the vision for her true self. She stands before them, projecting the image of “I am what you see.” That is the worst form of self-disparagement I know. We behold ourselves before anyone ever does. Others only see the reflection of what we declare ourselves to be. So our outward projection is nothing but the inward reflection of who we say we are
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Dec 13, 2025
Dec 13, 2025 at 2:24 PM UTC
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