This may sound all about me at first, but I swear, it's all meant to share about my personal experience and inspire you guys.
I know a lot of people on here have a huge lack of self-confidence or don't think they're pretty or something along those lines.
I, out of experience, have never written stories about girls who have those issues because I honestly don't know what people who have them go through. I don't.
I can't tell you I hate my body, can't tell you I hate my size, can't tell you I hate my boobs or my booty; I can tell you, however, that I love everything about me.
I grew up never caring what people thought of me. I, uh, never cared if someone told me I wasn't pretty. Because I was pretty, just not by their standards.
I hate compliments. I hate them. It's not because I don't think I'm pretty or beautiful or whatever, I know I am; it's just I don't like being told. Cause if I like what I see, then what does it matter what you think?
Tell me I'm cocky; sure I am definitely. I am literally not afraid to tell people what I think and i won't hesitate to tell people that I don't care why they think about me.
What helped me see that even more in myself was last summer. I believe (I'm a Christian, ok) that God puts us in terrible situations to show us good.
I got ganged up on, and I was not afraid to let my feelings go. I literally told them that I don't care what they think about me; I said that, cause I didn't. I had no problem with it.
I just realized, this ain't what I planned on writing so...
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