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.
One thought on “time makes you bolder”
Your tits are amazing and you’re gorgeous. Remember how awesome they were in the dress you were wearing the day we met? Put that dress back on when you start thinking they could be bigger and realize that if they were bigger, the dress wouldn’t fit!