If "beauty is in the eye of the beholder", but the owner abuses the child, how does the foster/adopted child grow to feel about his/her own physical appearance?
For myself, I always saw nothing. I'm a nothing. A nobody. A being that has no place in this world, other than something than gets used and abused for another person's purpose or pleasure.
My original family didn't want me.
The family that bought me didn't care enough to take care of me like their own flesh and blood.
How else am I supposed to see myself other than a used piece of uterine goods?
Therapists tell me I lack confidence. I tell them I lacked a home-life. No one seems to get that. People assume because I was adopted, I had wonderful loving doting parents.
Yesterday I was asked to look at different hair cuts, as an inspiration for a bit of a make over. So I looked at the different photos on the internet and couldn't recognize myself in any of them. Even though being adopted in my own family I still find it really hard to see resemblance with other human beings.
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For myself, I always saw
For myself, I always saw nothing. I'm a nothing. A nobody. A being that has no place in this world, other than something than gets used and abused for another person's purpose or pleasure.
My original family didn't want me.
The family that bought me didn't care enough to take care of me like their own flesh and blood.
How else am I supposed to see myself other than a used piece of uterine goods?
Therapists tell me I lack confidence. I tell them I lacked a home-life. No one seems to get that. People assume because I was adopted, I had wonderful loving doting parents.
Boy how fooled the world can be!
Resemblance
Yesterday I was asked to look at different hair cuts, as an inspiration for a bit of a make over. So I looked at the different photos on the internet and couldn't recognize myself in any of them. Even though being adopted in my own family I still find it really hard to see resemblance with other human beings.