I finally understand that the cost of growing up is losing your original appearance. It's not terrible to dislike yourself, but the terrible thing is to become something you hate. Although it may be too biased to say this, can you relate to the sadness of losing your composure when you are frustrated? If you also have such an experience, then please come with me.
Intention: There will always be a time when people understand themselves deeply. I hope you will not be afraid at that moment. Bravery is persistence in yourself and the cornerstone of rebuilding hope.