I again found myself
self-reflecting when I stumbled upon a picture of myself on my phone.
I smiled while looking at it
because I realized how far I have come from the insecure girl that I used to
be. Starting college, I remember having conversations with my teammate, who is
also a good friend, Bea. We would always talk about our insecurities, how we
deal with it, how it controls us, how it manifests itself in our lives. This,
for the first time, I will share today.
Insecurity has taken hold of many
aspects of my life, but for today, I will focus on my insecurity with my looks
and my heart. Let’s start with the looks.
I didn’t always watch my weight; in fact, I grew up a really skinny kid.
I remember people would always tease me that I was too skinny to carry my
tennis racket. When I hit puberty, I wasn’t called skinny anymore; I was sexy.
