Why the need to compare the present ME with my pre-pregnant weight when you know that I housed a lovely human being inside me for nine months?
Scars, wounds, bruises, tears are everything that’s left from the many years of emotional investment. You look into the mirror, you feel sorry for the girl staring back at you, wondering if she’ll ever be worthy of a love that she thinks she deserves.
Insecurity sucks. It’s a terrible feeling. But what a lot of people fail to realize is that insecurity is manageable. Whether you want to make yourself happy or make yourself miserable- it is completely in your power.
I saw everything normal in the mirror, and I was once again confronted with a recurring thought: What is wrong with me?
I’ve always looked at you wishing I would see someone else’s features.
You think that because your head is hidden beneath a blanket of insecurity, that they too are subject to feeling the same way as you do about all of your self-declared flaws.
Insults grow into a force so powerful that you feel like you can almost touch it. It slithers up behind you and sits heavily on your shoulders, slowly seeping into your lungs like a thick and powerful smoke.
Did he hate me because he started seeing all those jiggly thighs and cellulite whenever I went out wearing shorts and dresses? Was I not good enough because he saw all the back fat and flabs whenever he started pulling my shirt up?
It’s an adrenaline rush for me, this knowledge that I’m doing something wrong…
You will break your own heart when you place all self-worth in being loved.