Okay so growing up I LOVED to read and write. As gifts people would give me gift card to Barnes & Noble and I would get so excited lol. My uncle had even bought me a computer for Christmas so that I could type up my stories. Any who, back in 5th grade we all got to make a hard cover book and I wrote this sad-ish story about people losing family members. This is what it says for the last paragraph of the story lol. I was like 9/10 at the time.
Growing up I was never happy with myself. I HATED my face, my reflection was my biggest fear. I hated my scars. I hated my nose. I hated my squinty eyes. I wasn't born hating what I saw, it was the hurtful things people would say to me that made me hate myself. If there's anything that I could possibly embed into your minds it would be that the words you speak may be the reason somebody cries their self to sleep at night. The reason somebody won't eat a full meal or can't stop eating. The reason you see scars on their wrist. Maybe even the reason they're contemplating suicide. Instead of hurting one another we should strive to uplift each other in every way that we can. I bet that if you were to compliment every person you see rather than insult them even YOU would feel better.
I feel like I post soooo many photos of me trying to be cute but not enough of the photos that show you guys who I really am. I'm a weirdo. Always have been. Growing up I did weird things, I was hardly even a girl. 😭 I would prefer to ride an ATV than to do makeovers as a kid. These days I'm just completely awkward and the only way to tell that I'm comfortable around you is if I'm completely goofy around you. I crack jokes ALL DAY, do impersonations, and make weird faces when somebody wants to take my photo. I feel more comfortable around people who don't fit in vs the "in crowd". When I'm around normal people I clam up and get super shy because I always expect people to not understand who I really am. I've always been this way. I liiiiiiike it. 🙇