So i sat at the side of this queen sized bed..Did what i do best which was..nothing..And out of the blue, this one mundane word dived into my very own pool of thoughts.. The word that is combined with these letters "I-N-S-E-C-U-R-I-T-Y"
I had been living with this feeling since puberty.. Of course, it has been really handy when it comes to crushing every bit of my confidence that is.. When i see pretty girls, i can't help but to feel so small.. So small that my cat's paw could squeeze the loser juice out of me.. When i see girls/boys with nice hair, again, i feel like running into the public toilet and shave my head bald with hopes that i'd look like Britney.. *dream on*. When i see girls with abs, i feel like chopping my oversized belly with a saw.. Life is soooooooooo..
Thanks to Mrs. Insecurity, i loathe the mirror so much.. I like to look at my reflection only when the sun is down..
But then i realize, insecurity is an unhealthy shit.. If i keep on drenching myself with these thoughts, i could only hurt myself even more..I can never construct my confidence.. I will always feel like a loser with a major L carved on my forehead.. Confidence is sexy but i am no where near that..Sad case..
So what if my hair can break a brush, so what if my face is covered with obvious flaws, so what if i am too thin or i am too fat, or i have oversized belly.. My boyfriend thinks i am beautiful (Though i keep on telling him to go see an optometrist) but i guess what he thinks is enough to keep me
survive..
So if you readers are as insecure as i am, cut this feeling. It is unhealthy. Like HIV.. or AIDS..
Signing out.. Have a pleasant day!
