make me feel ugly ... not morally (though:)), but physically, historically. It's something that I treat in psychoanalysis and I did, I think a lot of progress in this field. I saw many in my inner world and the reality of things struck me often. When a man tells me: "You're beautiful," I want to scream, to struggle, to reply: "But you stop fucking my mouth!" Reaction obviously very excessive. Some wait their whole life what kind of phrase that never comes and I feel dirty when I hear them.
What relationship with my survey? Well, I recently discovered that this is a problem whose root is beyond the scope of my current existence. One day, seeing my friend, S., asked me what were my other two names. I told him and he felt inspired: "It's funny, your third name speaks to me." One of my past lives and rising to the surface: "In fact Koky in your incarnations, you were always a man, except once. You were a very beautiful woman. I see you with a porcelain complexion and beautiful hair brown. All eyes turned to you. Very young, you fell in love with a handsome dark man who harbored the same feelings towards you, so you should decide to marry. Everything could have happened perfectly. Did not count on your sister. Ugly, she was secretly very jealous of you, and she was posing for all to see for someone friendly and helpful but she hated you, even worse, she hated you. Above all, she was in love with the same young man that you, and she strove to get rid of, she managed to do. Because of it, the love of your life away from you, you do not marry and you end up depressed, almost mad with grief, alone in a house, to cry until the end of your days. "
Beauty I was dressed destroyed my life; S. explained that if I am again in personified woman for only the second time is that I have to deal with these painful intercourse femininity. It appears that indeed, all previous existences, some are directly related to the present. That seems more fair than S. I am told that the sister was jealous and destructive broke my life, living today in my entourage. It was a shock for me to know his name I will reveal later: like any good storyteller, he must let the pending action. In any case, the truth has allowed me to make a good special in seeking the esteem of myself. I do not really look the same way.
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