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
- Return the Favor
- I Need Sleep
- Do You Trust Me?
- The Colors of Autumn
- Morning Coffee
- Distant Friend
- Mirror App
- Hold Your Time
- Easy to Forget
- Living the Past (Part 11)
- No Price To Be Nice
- When You Thought Everything Falls Apart
- Back Pain is Real
- Today’s Mood
- Happy Exhausted
- Holloween Dinner
- Writer’s Block
- Too Many Things
- Enjoy What You Do
- If You Think Something Good
- Accept What You Cannot Have
- I Dreamt About a Kid Chasing a Ghost
- In A Tough Spot
- Mouth Shut
- Truth Hurts
- Breaking Point