I’ve not always been the most confident of girls. I’ve pretended like I am, but then when it comes to seconds later I’m back to criticizing every detail. “Oh, my forehead is crazy large. Ew, my one eye doesn’t open as well as the other. I look disturbing.” But instead of deleting these photos because of my insecurities, I kept them. I’m not going to say that these insecurities aren’t there, but I feel as if I’m more stopping them from keeping me from loving myself.
I can’t always take 15,000 pictures until I can position myself in just the perfect way to where my flaws aren’t brought out. I’m not going to do it anymore.
This is me, being myself.