I feel warm and comforted that at the very least, I know who I am, I know what I like, what I don't like, and how to make myself happy. And I think I have grown and changed to become a more authentic and familiar person to myself. Isn't that great? Because it doesn't matter if people have things to say about me or the things I do. I like who I am :-)
But what I like is my soul and my insides (not my intestines/ lungs/ ribs/ anatomy of the body kind of "inside" but you get what I mean.. right?). I don't like my body enough and safe to say if it were a person, my body would be a very, very sad person. Nobody likes dealing with unrequited love.
Sigh. I am sinking back into the state I was in last year. And it's kind of sad that I felt way more beautiful and confident back then. These days I feel ugly and I feel sad.
