if you asked Miss M what she's proud of, she'd grab her boobs.
a woman after my own heart.
I'm the type of girl that I don't like. Over confident.
Or at least I pretend to be.
I'm really just like any other girl. I have super big insecurities.
Yeah, I'd love to be 15 pounds lighter, like I was before my dad died, or even better, 20 pounds lighter like a couple of years ago.
I have these awful bumps on my arms, they go red, and I hate them, especially when people touch them.
I have bad finger and toe nails, and I try to paint them all the time to cover them up, but I can't always stay on top of it.
My skin is dry all of the time, ughh.
And, we've been over my blushing issue.
But, I know in my head, that I'm beautiful. I might have these insecurities, but I also look in the mirror each morning and feel like I'm gorgeous.
I was made beautifully. I am wanted. I am loved.
There is nothing wrong with me feeling this way and expressing it.
I wish I could show that I might be confident in myself, but I sure as hell haven't got it all together. I just accept what I've got.
If I couldn't love myself, it'd be hypocritical to ask someone else too.
- ella faye