I Am Confident
I have grown up with insecurities
Until the age of like 16ish I started to believe I was ok.
But it didn’t stop there I become more confident. To the point I became arrogant stuck up and had a superiority issue.
I didn’t realise that my confidence had spilled over into arrogance and kinda bitchy.
Anyway cut a long story short that was then.
In the last six seven years I have come back down to earth or rather beaten down to it.
I went through a stage of change where I stopped wearing makeup, stopped dressing up. Everything I did and wore became purely for practical reasons. People didn’t recognise me.
It made me feel ill and suicidal. At the time I just had no energy I was that beat by the situation I was in. That I stopped looking after myself period.
But I got back up. Not to become the same person. But to learn to go out and just accept that it was ok. Those people who stared at me were just nice people and were probably concerned.
I had to teach myself how to fall in love with me without the makeup without the heels and stuff.
That without the mask I was good.
More than good. I had hair teeth limbs I had the tools to venture out and make my life beautiful regardless of what people thought.
I finally accepted I am ok.
I taught myself to fall in love with me.
Except now I have a boyfriend who keeps telling me I’m beautiful everyday several times day 😒
I’m like dude don’t feed the monster.
She’s not nice.
Let me remain modest.
But he won’t stop.
And I love him for loving me.
The real unfiltered no makeup haven’t washed my face yet me.
He says he’s lucky
I say I’m the lucky one.
💖
Until the age of like 16ish I started to believe I was ok.
But it didn’t stop there I become more confident. To the point I became arrogant stuck up and had a superiority issue.
I didn’t realise that my confidence had spilled over into arrogance and kinda bitchy.
Anyway cut a long story short that was then.
In the last six seven years I have come back down to earth or rather beaten down to it.
I went through a stage of change where I stopped wearing makeup, stopped dressing up. Everything I did and wore became purely for practical reasons. People didn’t recognise me.
It made me feel ill and suicidal. At the time I just had no energy I was that beat by the situation I was in. That I stopped looking after myself period.
But I got back up. Not to become the same person. But to learn to go out and just accept that it was ok. Those people who stared at me were just nice people and were probably concerned.
I had to teach myself how to fall in love with me without the makeup without the heels and stuff.
That without the mask I was good.
More than good. I had hair teeth limbs I had the tools to venture out and make my life beautiful regardless of what people thought.
I finally accepted I am ok.
I taught myself to fall in love with me.
Except now I have a boyfriend who keeps telling me I’m beautiful everyday several times day 😒
I’m like dude don’t feed the monster.
She’s not nice.
Let me remain modest.
But he won’t stop.
And I love him for loving me.
The real unfiltered no makeup haven’t washed my face yet me.
He says he’s lucky
I say I’m the lucky one.
💖
