I'm not insecure with myself anymore.
Probably because I now look they way I feel I should, but most likely because I came to terms with what I never will be.
I'll never be a flawless model, six feet tall with blonde hair and tanned skin. (I mean, I'll never be six feet tall, but that's not the point.)
I'll never be a rocket scientist, a Juilliard graduate, or even an A-grade student in math.
I'll never be what I once wanted to be, and I'm fine with it.
I put myself before others. I made my voice heard, and changed my silent cry for help to a mighty roar of confidence.
I used my sadness, my self-hatred and my insecurities, and I turned them into things I love about myself.
The chubby rolls on my stomach that I dubbed my "squish" because it's a hell of a lot cuter than the word fat may never be flattened, or it might take my entire lifetime for it to be flattened, and that's okay.
I may not be in a relationship with the one I love, but I have a pretty amazing friendship with them that I would sacrifice for anything, and that's okay.
Things may not be perfect yet, and that's okay.
I'm happy with myself.
I'm confident with my looks, I'm content with my life, and I know I'm the best damn me I can be,
and that's all that matters.
