I used to that think I wasn’t good enough. Half my life I felt inferior. The little girl I once was didn’t have confidence in her own skin, unlike the woman I am now.
Let me tell you a quick overlook of my childhood days in a story I’m about to tell.
Nursery school. I was avoided. No one wanted to be my playmate. I played on my own.
Elementary school. The boys I like didn’t want me back. I felt insecure by other girls. Maybe because of my funny hair. I don’t know.
High school. One guy told me a lie to get closer to my best friend. The other wanted to get back to his ex. My guy best friend told everyone that I was into him, which was not partially true.
College. I was cheated on. Laughed at when someone seems to like me. Forced to submit. I felt sorry for myself. It is not normal for a girl to suffer what she was not ready for.
Abroad. Last option. Invisible. Talked about. Jealous. No name.
Although I wanted to be hidden in everyone’s sight, I didn’t plan to be amazed by the spirit I have in me. I saw it in high school when I was with my friends. But the thing is, I could not believe my eyes. When I was younger, I used to think that I was not a better version of myself. I still have lessons to learn, experiences to live through, and things to be thankful for.
Thanks to everyone around me now, I started to become open for what I want and what I admire.
Random posts on my #dailyjournal
- In A Tough Spot
- Mouth Shut
- Truth Hurts
- Breaking Point
- Do Not Fear
- Start of Work
- Little Accomplishments
- Someone’s Something
- Why I Love Green
- Had to Ride Again
- A Little Escape from Reality
- Look What I Just Got!
- What Happened in Summer 2018
- Cat Appreciation
- Part of the Family
- Youth in Banners: What are They Rallying For?
- Bike Riding Improvements
- Compose a Love Song
- Saturday Photowalk
- This Is It!
- Fancy Meeting You
- When Did I Realize I Was a Cat Person?
- Murder in the Alps
- What a Relief
- Another Path
- Walking is Healthier
- To All the Girls Who Stopped Believing in Love (an Open Letter)
- Living the Past (Part 10)
- Violet Evergarden Review