I feel a little weird admitting, that on the inside, I'm just like the stereotypical teenage girl. I won't deny it anymore. I keep telling myself: "I hardly ever feel insecure!" Thats a lie. I lied. I wake up sometimes and wonder what the heck I'm going to do to get myself looking like I belong on this planet again. I compare myself to every blonde girl that passes, constantly. "I don't care, I'm content." I tell myself. I lied again. Don't worry, this is the only time I'll admit I'm not confident.
Trust me,
I'm confident.
true true im the same. if we were content then we would stop looking altogether.
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