You are inferior, you can only try to compensate yourself.

I have always been a low-inferior person because I was young and educated in my childhood. I rarely get praise from my family. Because the mouth is not very good-looking, the appearance is often criticized. Over time, the "grown ugly" will settle in my subconscious mind. So, whenever someone around me says who is ugly, I will make a mistake: "No, is it ugly than I am?"

Inferiority is a bad mood. It constantly hints and destroys, so I never dare to fight, so I missed too much beauty. In addition to silently speaking with his grades, he never participated in any activities and did not hold any positions. After the university, there are occasional boys who can't believe that the other person really likes me. Even when I really feel a heart for a male god, I only dare to suppress the secret love, afraid that the other party knows.

After graduation, I went to a company to interview a front desk administrative work. The interviewer said directly to me: "All aspects are okay, that is, the mouth is not very good-looking." Frequent frustration in finding a job, I began to doubt the goodwill of the world, I feel that I am not welcomed by the world, and I have had a past facelift. Impulse.

Have an interview and meet a beautiful boss. She talked to me for a long time, saying that I saw the lack of self-confidence in my eyes, much like I had lost nothing when I graduated a few years ago. She is from a mountain village, her family is poor, she keeps working hard and never gives up the opportunity to change her destiny. If I didn't go to college, didn't go to Beijing, didn't bravely resign after saving the first bucket of life, and started my own company, then she would not be her now. Maybe now she is still in the mountain village, dragging a few noses and children, but helplessly looking at the hills that can't go out. Fortunately, she has never been a willing person.

"Your retro-colored lipstick will look great, thick lips have always been a sexy sign for Europeans and Americans." She said to me when she left.

After that, I started to try a matte retro lipstick. Every beauty in the world is unique, but some beauty is natural and has never been carefully carved. I began to gradually appreciate myself.

After finding a job loss, I tried to start a business with my friends, but unfortunately ended in failure. However, failure is actually an opportunity to give people the opportunity to turn around and find other ways. I have nothing, I am bored, my grievances and inferiority, I look at the free magazine in the newsstand against the boss's eyes, and then I am angry with myself: "I can write these articles."

At the beginning, I was not really firm. That is the golden period of the magazine. The magazines with monthly sales exceeding 100,000 are too numerous to list, and the ratio of final draft to receipt is one in a thousand. How can I let my articles be published in magazines and support myself? Can I really? I used to deny myself because of inferiority, but this time, I chose to believe in myself and work hard.

This is really one of the things I have done most seriously. Analyze each sample, write down each story, communicate with the editor, and get to know the mature author. Write 5,000 words a day, just as an exercise.

Have you ever invested in one thing? Whether you are eating, sleeping, walking, meeting friends or even quarreling with your boyfriend, I will subconsciously look for so-called story themes and inspiration. The small book never left, the mobile phone took pictures of the road and touched the inner feelings. I wrapped all my friends to tell their love story. I woke up in the middle of the night because the magic light suddenly climbed up on the computer and knocked on it for a while, often because of an article. The article can't be written and I forgot to eat. It is a real sleepless night.

Two months later, I published my first novel in the magazine. It was the summer of 2008. I stood in front of the newsstand and said to the aunt who sold the newspaper: "Auntie, this "Flower Creek" has a novel written by me." Aunt said: "Is it? You are so good." ”

Well, I feel so good, I was convinced for the first time that I really can.

Of course, the world will never be smooth sailing, and I have encountered many rejections. When I submitted a manuscript to a great fashion magazine, I was directly returned by the editor and said, “What is messy.” But I never retreat because of the editor’s unfriendlyness. My goal is clear: “I want to see it in this magazine. My name." I submit three manuscripts every month, and all the changes are accepted with humility. Later, the editor began to take me and my article very seriously, saying that I was the copper pea she had ever seen. And I finally did it every time I saw my name in that magazine, and I am still working with that magazine.

Since the first article, I have published articles in magazines in a hundred copies each year, and it has exceeded one million words so far. Even after working in DM magazine, advertising company, opening a shop, marrying and having children, I never gave up writing.

To be exact, writing has given me confidence. To be more precise, the sense of accomplishment gained through your own efforts will bring confidence, and self-confidence will bring happiness and a gentle understanding of the world. When I smiled, no one ever mentioned my lips. Maybe there is, but I don't mind anymore.

I saw the video of the first Asian dance leader, Yongmeisha, of the Boston Ballet. "My genes have determined that I am not perfect, but it also determines that I will never bow to fate."

For every person who once felt inferior, the effort is a poor person to create the hands of wealth, the armor that the fragile people silently woven, is to overthrow all the unbearable forces in the past. You who are inferior to your destiny can only use your efforts to make compensation, and you can only use your efforts to rewrite your destiny.

Three months ago, I used to be inferior and came out of my first book in my life. At the moment, with you who never bow your head.