When I was younger, I really struggled with myself and how I looked. Most of these struggles were related to my body confidence issues. I don’t like to admit this, but I used to be a very insecure girl. I would wear tons of make-up (still like to do tho) and wake up 1 hour earlier to straighten my hair everyday, because I didn’t like my natural texture. And even when I did that I didn’t feel good about myself at all. I’ve always been a sporty girl (I played tennis, figure skated and danced), but it never made me look skinny. I’ve never been a naturally thin girl. I’ve always had thick thighs and legs and I hated them so much. I also felt like they looked even worse, because I was so small. It made me mad that even if I worked out or ate healthily, they never became any less noticable. And it annoyed the fuck out of me – being a perfectionist. I would never wear certain clothing items for example, because I was scared it made look really fat. Yeah, this issue goes deep for me…
Years later – I think I was 18/19 years old – I learned to accept myself, finally. I realized that this whole body confidence struggle I had was total bullshit. Of course, it’s awful, but if I’ve learned one thing in life is that most people don’t even give a fuck about you or how you look. Like no one will ever care if you are one inch skinnier or nah. And my body image issues definitely arose from the fact that I felt like I wasn’t good enough compared to others. But why compare yourself to others when they (THEY, major key) don’t even care about how you look. The most important thing is to be healthy and happy. I feel like I’ve reached the point in my life that I literally don’t give any fuck about what others think about me and it makes me feel so free. If I want to change anything about myself, I’m not doing it because I’m worried I won’t be good enough for others, but I’m doing it solemny for me.
I know I’m not perfect and I know I’m never going to be the girl with super long killer legs, but I’m okay with that. I know that I’ll never have smooth, straight hair, but I’m okay with that too. And I know I’m never going to be tall, but again – I’m so okay with that. I’ve learned what items looks good on me and what not. I’ve learned how I can change things that make me feel better about myself. But most of all, I’ve learned to accept these imperfections and stopped worrying about them. It took me a long time, but now I can finally say that I love myself – not in a arrogant way, but in the sense that I accept myself and I’m proud to be me. I’ve come a long way. Years ago I would never feel confident enough to show anybody pics of me like these ones, without any make-up on, my messy hairz and in My Calvins.
Okay, this post turned out pretty personal… But I think you all like these more personal posts from me from time to time. I know a lot of (younger) girls struggle with body confidence issues as well, but I’m curious if you (yeah you, you reading this) had this as well. Let me know in the comments. Oh and I really dig these Calvin Klein undies by the way. To end this post on a lighter note, haha.
DID YOU HAVE BODY CONFIDENCE ISSUES?