One day I’ll look like myself.
…I have to believe this, or else who knows where I might end up…
One day I’ll have a flat chest without any extra work.
One day my voice will be consistently low.
One day the monthly menace will be gone.
One day my face will be angular and sharp.
One day I’ll be proud of my body.
One day I’ll be proud of who I am.
* That day, I will soar. *
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One day you’ll be dead.
Stfu
This way of thinking is invalid. You think you need to look a certain way (skinny, muscular, clear skin etc.) to be confident/outgoing/proud/sweet/whatever. But here’s the thing, you can be all of those things right now, with the appearance you have now. Be who you are on the inside, don’t wait for your shell to catch up.