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2. Your best accomplishment-
I think my biggest accomplishment in my own eyes right now is the effort I’m putting into bettering myself. My goal for the last year has been to do things that scare me instead of avoiding them. I’ve started dressing in a way that express the way I feel now, I’m more creative with my makeup, I feel more confident in myself than I ever have right now. I started counselling last week, and I’m (slowly) starting to utilize my college’s gym to keep myself healthy. I want to do better for myself, and I’m proud of all the effort I’ve put in so far.
Remember to love yourself as much as you love your favorite builder's best build ever !
"We grow through hard times. Growth is change. And when everything is easy, we have no reason to change. The most painful moments in life expand us. And when the pain leaves, space remains. Space we can fill with life itself."
When your friend’s mom compliments you…
(I tend to rotate the 5 things in my closet based on friend-mom ratings, and/or octopus content)
Hey there — can we get real for a second? There’s this sneaky little habit that way too many women (and honestly, some men too) have picked up without even realizing it. It's feeding insecurities, building complexes, and making self-love feel like an uphill battle.
It’s high time we call it out, understand it, and kick it to the curb. Spoiler alert: you're definitely not alone in this.
From day one, women are handed an invisible rulebook. "Be pretty, but not vain. Be ambitious, but not intimidating. Be smart, but not bossy." Sound familiar? It’s like running an obstacle course while blindfolded — impossible to win and exhausting to try.
Now toss in Instagram filters, TikTok "glow-up" challenges, and Pinterest-perfect weddings. Social media has this nasty habit of showing highlight reels, not real life. You end up feeling like you're the only mess — when in reality, everyone’s fighting their own private battles.
Let’s just call it: being your own worst critic. That tiny voice that comments on everything from your outfit to the way you worded an email? Yeah, it’s ruthless. It's like carrying around a mean sports commentator who only highlights your fouls.
Scroll through your feed and there it is — someone’s dream vacation, flawless skin, massive career win. Without even realizing it, you’re asking yourself, "Why not me?" Comparison is the thief of joy, and yet we practically roll out the red carpet for it.
When you’re constantly nitpicking yourself and measuring your life against others, your confidence doesn't just dip — it plummets. Suddenly, one bad hair day turns into doubting your worth as a human being. Exhausting, right?
Ever walk into a room and immediately feel like everyone's judging you? Even if they aren’t, your mind’s already convinced they are. Living like that, always on high alert, robs you of joy and authentic connections.
Emma had it all: straight A’s, varsity letters, thousands of Instagram likes. But behind the perfect facade? Burnout. Anxiety. Crying in her car after school. Her breakthrough came when she realized: perfection isn't real. Chasing it only guaranteed she'd never feel good enough.
Sophia couldn’t stand looking in mirrors. Photos? Forget it. It wasn’t until a friend gently said, "You’re so vibrant and beautiful," that she questioned her toxic inner monologue. Healing didn’t happen overnight, but each small moment of self-kindness rewrote her story.
First step: notice that nasty voice. Catch it mid-thought. It thrives in secrecy — shining a light on it starts to rob it of its power.
Caught yourself being harsh? Flip the script. Instead of "I’m so stupid," try "I’m learning." Talk to yourself like you would to someone you love.
If scrolling leaves you feeling worse instead of better, it’s time for a digital detox. Unfollow accounts that spark comparison. Curate your feed like your mental health depends on it — because honestly, it does.
Did you show up today? Did you try? Celebrate that. Perfection is a moving target. Progress, however, is real and worth throwing confetti over.
Energy is contagious. Hang out with people who see your light and remind you of it when you forget. Community isn’t just support — it’s survival.
Words are seeds. What you plant, you grow. Negativity breeds weeds; positivity grows gardens. You get to choose what flourishes.
Here’s a cheat sheet:
"I am enough just as I am."
"I choose progress over perfection."
"I am worthy of love and respect."
Stick these on your mirror, your fridge, your laptop. Make them unavoidable. Make them your new truth.
If you notice someone trapped in self-criticism, be their mirror. Reflect back their beauty, strength, and growth. You might just change a life with your kindness.
At the end of the day, remember: You were never meant to be perfect. You were meant to be real, whole, vibrant, messy, glorious YOU.
Silence that inner critic, smash those bad habits, and show up for yourself with the same love you show others. Because honestly? You are — and always have been — more than enough.
Q1: What is the bad habit that fuels women's complexes? The bad habit is constant self-criticism and unhealthy comparison to others, especially fed by media and societal expectations.
Q2: How can I stop being so self-critical? Start by noticing those harsh thoughts, challenge them, and replace them with kinder, more supportive ones.
Q3: Why does social media make me feel worse about myself? Social media often shows only highlight reels, creating unrealistic standards and fueling feelings of inadequacy.
Q4: What’s a simple daily practice to boost my self-esteem? Use positive affirmations every morning and celebrate small wins instead of chasing perfection.
Q5: How can I help a friend struggling with self-esteem issues? Support them through kindness, mirror their strengths back to them, and encourage open, judgment-free conversations.
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One of my favorite podcasts of all time… As a behavior analyst/specialist, I found this to be super interesting. Applied behavioral analysis therapy is used typically to help people who have autism spectrum disorders, but have you ever tried to apply it to your own behaviors?
If you’re an authentic person who considers themselves as an empath… you’ll definitely relate to this episode!
https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/almost-30/id1148183612?i=1000554072096
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In the realm of Islam, grappling with low self-esteem is a shared human experience. Yet, within the tenets of this faith, there exists a rich tapestry of guidance that can empower individuals to rise above these challenges and cultivate a robust sense of self-worth. Let’s delve into a comprehensive array of Islamic practices that hold the potential to foster a resilient self-esteem, whilst…
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You offer so much of yourself to people every day, and you still have more to give. While I’m not trying to encourage you into engaging in any behaviour that could possibly drain you, that requires a lot of effort, time and thought. I just wanted to tell you that you’re really brave to be putting up with everything by the end of the day regardless of what it has coming your way and still shooting back again, even if that means doing nothing ‘supposedly’ productive and laying in bed :)
I try to be the person with low requirements cuz I genuinely feel that's my only plus point but it's sad when you realise your "friends" take advantage of it
I have to realize that
anything I do now
amounts to something greater-
a good sleep,
an understanding that I am human
after all,
a walk through quiet forests.
All these things
are of great help to me,
even when they earn me none
of the dimes
that are often needed
to pull myself out of this abyss.
They wanted me to become a man who fights for his respect. But I became a man who respects himself. And that’s how I became awkward— and I loved
that
kind of awkwardness.
I will not survive. I will live.
Peonies on caskets. It's all yours. your wait your study. Engulf in your time and if it kills them you can as well send them condolence messages and lovely peonies to be put on there caskets.
life is all that we got,ours not there's.
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Some are young rocks, arrows, spears, barrettes and jackhammers cant penetrate throw them. Opposite, lies the intricates the roses of this world the fragiles. For people like these it needs not much, a word, a gaze or silence and everything is shuttered.
Myself is crippling me,
myself is a critic that always it has to find a negative thing to say about me.
Myself is fear and the purpose of me has always been to overcome it.
art by @kmcvisuals
Darkness comes on once in a while, it’s hard to escape it completely. A few who have triumphed escaping it are geniuses, precious and are lucky. To the rest of us, darkness visits once in a while
Endeavor to live your life as your heart wishes to.
You have been numb and dumb,
isn’t it time you said something for yourself ?
It might matter mate
It might be a change for us but mostly a
spark to take you there were you image.
This imaginary dream,
it remains a sacrosanct to me. Unassailable yet, unbearable.
However please, do not awake me.
Do not save me.
Let me die in my dream, Let me be buried in it.
For strangers will soon admire the blossoming roses besides my tombstone and in the end it would have meant something to even just dream.
https://www.youtube.com/@lifepath25/videos
how long have you taken without looking into it,the mirror
Permanent holes drilled by mirrors
Me & You.
https://www.youtube.com/@lifepath25
Mirrors lie, outlining shapes that mean nothing.
Mirrors horrify, penetrating into brains and forming unrealistic images.
Mirrors, they influence us into beings that burden us to be and after the energies put into the transformation
a deeper hole is drilled in us instead realizing that it needs not a mirror to clearly see our portraits leaving us as nothings and as people of no belonging.
@lifepath25
the little self in me whispers in this midnight abyss that I am not forgotten that I am alive that am a river and I can flow wherever I wish too. The little self in me whispers in this midnight abyss that there is a starlight that I have to look a little hard with huge amour-propre that only then will the starlight unvail its light onto the path that i must take out of the abyss.