Middle school, I started to care. I started to care about what I was wearing, what my hair was like, what people thought of me. I used to be free 0f the worry. I was a confident carefree little girl who would wear anything her mom put out for her. Not anymore. Now in March, in 7th grade my insecurities have gotten worse. They are slowly changing from a thought in the back of my head to a thought constantly nagging me. It's causing me to buy certain clothes I might not necessarily love. I have to change my style three times a month to "fit in."
Are my clothes good? Is my hair sticking up? Do I look stupid? Constant worries in my head as I walk from gym to Spanish. These insecurities are taking over my life.
Now I never had suicidal thoughts thankfully. I never want to kill myself, just improve myself. Get a thinner waist or smaller thighs. Work out or eat healthier. Just so I am socially acceptable.
I'm never perfect in my eyes, there's always something wrong with me. I don't think I'm beautiful, I don't think I'm skinny. I don't have any real talents or abilities. I'm not smart enough even though I have a high map score.
When I look in the mirror, I see a girl with huge thighs, bad eyebrows, dark eyes which are dull with no color, stringy hair which refuses do what I want it to. I'm just not good enough.
I wish I had blonde hair, blue or green eyes. I wish I wasn't so tall. I wish I had a different name. I wish I were smarter. I wish I didn't have insecurities.
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Insecurities
RandomMy struggle with insecurities. People say don't worry what other people think. But I can't. I worry what people think. Even as I pick out the cover for this story. I keep thinking, "will people like it?" This is my true story.
