Embracing Imperfections: A Reflection on Self-Image and Personal Resilience

I do wanna say that this side, Connor side, is my, like, horrible side of my face. Me, too. I don’t really wanna see comments about, like that, because I will cry. So just. You can comment about other things, but I have nothing but the utmost respect for the lights in this room. It does make us look like we’re melting. I’d like to think that we look. We look better in person. If. If you guys are wondering, hey, like, are they melting? Are. Are they melting? Or, like, are they cuter in person? When I meet people, I do, too. They say, you’re so much prettier in person. I’m like, I do, too. Okay. Which is, like, that’s sweet, I guess, but it’s like, I look like shit on the internet. Sorry, I meant. I mean. I meant I get much. You’re so short. I always say, like, I’m 4 11. Like, I’m very clear about that. There’s a highlight on my Instagram. It’s just called, I’m 4 11. You. You open it. It’s a picture of me that just says, I’m 4 11. I don’t shy away from it, and yet, every single time I meet someone, wow, you are short. Okay. Thank you. Check my Instagram highlight.