I have deep-rooted insecurity. I do not believe that people want to be friends with me without having something to gain from it, or I believe that they talk behind my back. I don’t always think I am beautiful. I hate the way my hair gets in humidity and I strongly dislike the fact that I look like I am fourteen when I am in fact five years older than that. All of this hurts. Deeply. I pray and I pray for God to take away these insecurities so that I can feel ok with who I am and with how others perceive me. The nested fear and self-dislike still haunts me. Continue reading