I shall crawl off now and hide my insecurities under a rock
This is the attitude I’ve been trying to take with my insecurities. I’m working on the (baby logic) premise that, if I don’t acknowledge can’t see them, they don’t exist.
I don’t think it’s just cougars who feel insecure about how they look. MrSG is pretty much the same age as me (and very good looking) and I find myself wondering WTF he sees in me.
It’s not that he’s doing anything to make me feel insecure (quite the opposite); it’s all me totally overthinking things. Plus, I’m really quite aware of my (many faults) and I tend to assume that I am the (cause of) problems if they arise. And a decade with an abusive wanker who encouraged and exploited the above has had lasting effects on me (I fight against them though).
So I do my best to keep all of this hidden because, frankly, it’s stupid and unappealing. And I should just get over myself. 😆