ARE YOU INSECURE ABOUT YOUR LOOKS?

Society is filled with Assholes who judge people on a filthy basis like the first look. We all have heard that Looks are deceiving and all that glitters is not gold. But still, we wonder why people are so conscious about their looks.
Since birth, our mind has been trained in such a way that leads us to a mindset that good looking people are leaders. In movies, in advertisements, in posters that people with a perfect body shape and looks always dominate surroundings. In movies, we see the lead heroes and heroines with perfection in physic, and their friends or the side characters are irregular and look like normal world. Now, this inbuilt a mindset that people with physical perfection are leaders.
Now compare it with real life. Who is the leader? are they movie actors or tech giants? are they models or the CEOs? actually the models and actors work under them promoting their products to people at home. And you know who is the victim here? You! it's you who is getting influenced by them on regular basis. Because you have made these models and actors your role models which are making you subconsciously buy those products.
It's not a group of stylish perfect beautiful people who run the world. It is the old, irregular, serious group of people who run it. Since you were a kid you were imposed these thoughts and you today are a result of that.
Looking not too good or being fat or irregular in some way will just break your intellect. The heavy makeup you apply has a serious effect on your growing skin which sheds away time to time. The actors and models use the makeup products which your seven generations can't even afford. And you are comparing that with your local ones.
So, if one changes their perspective of seeing others and their life, their own life can improve to a huge extend. Change your heroes not your intellect.

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