Some days I catch an unexpected \u00a0glimpse of my reflection – in a window, for example – and recoil at my hideousness. Other times, I see myself and think \u201cHmmm – not too shabby \u201c. I\u2019m guessing that it\u2019s actually psychologically impossible to be objective about your own appearance. The lucky thing is that as you get older, you just forget to care. I seem to remember the perpetual self consciousness – thinking about how you look, the dumb things you say, and worrying about how you appear to others – as being one of the more tiresome aspects of being a teenager. So painful, such a pointless waste of time and brainpower. Nowadays I tend to have the opposite problem – I get home at the end of the day to find I haven\u2019t looked in the mirror once, and subsequently discover there\u2019s a giant bogie hanging off the end of my nose; or spinach or other unidentified but colourful piece of food stuck in my teeth. I have other things to worry about these days; like, trying to pretend I know what I\u2019m doing at work. On a good day, I\u2019ll think this is imposter syndrome. On a bad day, \u00a0I know it\u2019s because I don\u2019t know what I\u2019m doing and I\u2019m just waiting to be found out.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Some days I catch an unexpected \u00a0glimpse of my reflection – in a window, for example – and recoil at my hideousness. Other times, I see myself and think \u201cHmmm – not too shabby \u201c. I\u2019m guessing that it\u2019s actually psychologically impossible to be objective about your own appearance. The lucky thing is that as … <\/p>\n