Confidence was something I lost growing up. Now, I can’t stand wearing dresses without breaking into tears and hating myself. Every time I look in the mirror, the number one thing that comes into my mind is all the flaws and imperfection I have in my body. I gag by the sight of myself looking pitiful. I want to throw up but I can’t bring myself to do it just like how I try to improve myself, I just can’t. I can’t embrace the way I am right now and I’ll always wish to be someone else. I’ll always waste my life wishing for something that I can’t have because they’ll always be naturally better than me. Who am I to be confident if I can’t even love myself.
