When I was growing up....
3 years ago
I used to hate how I looked. I have had glasses since first grade. I was always average in height and never seemed interesting or popular. I even started to hate how I looked my eyes were too dark, my skin too dark… nothing was what I wanted. I was never good enough in my own mind. Never comfortable in my own skin.
Eventually I came to accept myself. That I had something to offer someone else. That I was important to my family and my friends… that I was important to me… and that I was beautiful too. Weird what we think sometimes. :-)
