When-when do we start caring so much about how we look? About how flat your stomach is, how fat your thighs are, how pointy your nose is? When do we start caring about what others think? Whether what we're doing is cool, or uncool, whether or not we're impressing a certain someone. When does a person start hating themselves? Spontaneously feeling sad, overwhelmed by emotions. And why? Why is it people feel this way? What makes us naturally hate ourselves, or some part of us? Is it programmed in each person when they're born, to at some stage of your life become conscious by some "flaw" you believe you have. Or is it society-showing us what a perfect person should be like, but leaving out how exactly we're supposed to achieve perfection. Setting standards we can only try to reach through guesswork and the ambiguous words of magazine writers.
Maybe as we grow older, our perception of perfection becomes more refined- and we begin to judge ourselves more critically which can lead to a kind of hatred towards oneself. As we become more aware of those around us, we decided subconsciously who we want to be like as we grow up, but as we grow up maybe we realise that who we want to be is someone we can never be. Overwhelmed by failure, we pick out bits of who we are that aren't ideal to us. Some people take this failure more harshly than others.
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