Insecurities? I Have Them Too, Babe

There's no point in guessing that everyone at some point had problems with how they looked. Their hair, smile, teeth or even eye shape.

It's unbelievable how much comments can get to someone.

Let’s take a moment and talk about that little voice in your head.

You know the one. The one that says, “Are you really gonna wear that?” or “Everyone is starting at your body, stand straight” Yeah, her.

She’s annoying. I’ve tried blocking her, reporting her, even ghosting her, but she always pops up like it’s her job.

Maybe it is her job, always following me whenever I go.

But let's real for a second. I’ve had days where I stared in the mirror like it owed me an apology. My apologetic face never matched the way my body was angrily staring back at me

I've had nights I deleted every single selfie because “my face looked weird”. Maybe it was my unavailability to smile, or way my eyes looked in picture.

Maybe it was the way my pants hugged my ass or how small my boobs were. The way my rings were on my chubby fingers.

Or maybe I was just teenager, getting bullied by how I looked.

And don’t even get me started on comparing myself to every pretty girl on Pinterest who apparently never has bad lighting or under-eye bags. I mean, where do they find those angels? Maybe on high shelves of beauty store, were every single woman belonged, priceless.

But here’s the tea: insecurities don’t disappear when you fix something. You could get clearer skin, lose weight, change your whole vibe, and still feel like you’re not enough.

Why? Because the problem isn’t you. It’s the way we were taught to constantly find something “wrong” with ourselves so we never realize how powerful we actually are.

We were taught to follow those constant changing beauty standards that person loses themself in them. We were taught to chase constantly changing beauty standards until we lost sight of who we actually are

But now? I’ve decided I’m done playing that game.

I wear the outfit. I smile big. I post the selfie that’s a little blurry. I don’t owe perfection to anyone, least of all the made-up standard I built in my head from scrolling too much.

I don't wear makeup, letting world see my acne and dark eyebags. I paint my nails black even though people call me weird. I dye my hair different colours or cut my hair short whenever it reaches my shoulders.

Do I get called weird and unattractive by immature boys? Yes. Do I care? Nope.

They’ll never be the kind of person I’d want to be with anyways.

I wanna be comfortable in my own skin, believes and coping mechanisms.

Being confident isn’t about never feeling insecure. It's about your awkward and weird laugh that is full of life. It's about your eyes that shine brighter than any candle. It's about how you bring laugh and warmth into every room you walked in. It's about how fast and giggly you talk.

Many people are blind because you are a masterpiece and a work-in-progress. That’s what makes you real. That’s what makes you magnetic. It makes your blood flow and lungs fill up with air.

So if you’re struggling with your insecurities today? Here’s what I want you to do:

Compliment yourself out loud. Loud-loud. Embarrass-the-cat-loud.

Post the pic you’re unsure about. Your people will love it.

Wear the thing you’re “not sure you can pull off.” Spoiler alert: you can.

And remember: Nobody defines you.

People with talk, comment, come and go, but you stay. You can't change the skin you were born in. You can't dig out your flesh and eat it again when you wish for it to be apart of you for millionth time.

Everyone will see you differently, so there is no need to please anyone but yourself.