For a very long time, I was extremely self conscious. And my self image suffered from years of aesthetic awkwardness… of having been too young and slightly underdeveloped during the crucial high school years. When boys would look at the pretty and popular girls — and I was always left unnoticed as I hid behind glasses, braces and pimples. They only looked at me when they needed help with Chemistry. I was a geek… in every sense of the word. School was my life, getting As was my biggest priority and appearances meant nothing for a very long time — until I hit college.
Nowadays, I look in the mirror and I am beginning to like what I see. Not coming from a place filled with bloated self confidence… but from a place finally secure of knowing what I actually have. I do not desire to be super skinny or have blonde hair when clearly wasn’t born that way.. I do not want green eyes… nor do I feel self conscious when my bottom can actually fill up jeans the way curves on a woman should… I like being healthy, staying fit, being active, but I also love good food and I love to eat — all these things just seem to add up to feeling a lot more positive with what I view in the mirror. It’s time I felt good about my shell.. I’m proud of the things I’ve worked on within.
Gotta have that balance, I suppose…
