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unl33tThis morning while getting ready for work, I had a realization while looking in the mirror. The face looking back at me is no longer one that I want to punch. I can't quite say that I like it, but I like it more than I did for the last 25+ years. I have less active disdain towards it.
For so long the face I wore was one that was always worried, scared, neurotic, or unsure. Those feelings are still there, but not as significantly as they were. There is less hate of self than there was, for the longest time.
Maybe soon I can start working on my self-confidence around other people, and actually feel it instead of trying to fake it.
For so long the face I wore was one that was always worried, scared, neurotic, or unsure. Those feelings are still there, but not as significantly as they were. There is less hate of self than there was, for the longest time.
Maybe soon I can start working on my self-confidence around other people, and actually feel it instead of trying to fake it.
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