I had bad self-esteem my whole adolescence and, indeed, until a couple of years ago. I think that’s fairly normal for women. We don’t tend to like ourselves. Too fat or too thin or my boobs are too small or whatever.
Look at what a fucking badass I was! And I didn’t like myself. I didn’t think I was pretty. I must have been 20 or 21. And I could hardly stand myself. It was a bad time in my life. These pictures were taken by someone I was desperately in love with at the time. He messaged me tonight on Facebook and then sent me these pictures. It’s weird to see myself so young and remember who I was back then.
I like myself much better now.
I made a decision about two years ago that I wasn’t going to talk bad about myself to myself anymore. I wasn’t going to feel bad about my small boobs or my chubby belly or… whatever. What had happened was that I found some photos of myself at 18, and I remembered how insecure I always was about my body/hair/face/teeth and… how stupid that was. I had spirit, and it showed. And whatever “flaws” I might have, well, this is the me that I’m stuck with. I decided not to waste any more time despising myself.
I have good days and bad days. I still think my tits could stand to be bigger. And lord knows I could lose some weight. But… well…
I’m a badass. And some people think I’m pretty cute.