Confidence is such a mystery to me at times.
Sometimes I’m extremely confident and then other times I revert back into my shell.
I think back to all the opportunities i’ve missed out on.
Ever since I was little my Mum has always taught me to be confident and love myself. You’d think after all those years I’d be a pro at self love and confidence.
The truth is I’m not.
Weight has always been a sensitive subject to me , well over the last few years it has been.
I know facially i’m beautiful (that’s just my own opinion!!) but body wise that’s where I majorly lack the confidence.
I was never the ‘big girl’ in fact up until the middle of secondary school I was ridiculously skinny.
The cheeky odd chicken and chips after school changed that in an instant.
Since then my weight has fluctuated over the last few years and with that brought unhealthy habits.
The constant starving myself for a while then eating again , then I’d miss meals and come up with some excuse why I wasn’t eating.
Now my weight is something that doesn’t bother me but it’s always in the back of my mind that I’ll forever be alone because someone might think I’m just a little bit too fat for them… when matter of fact is that someone will just like me for me.
You live your life for you
no one will root for you more then you’re rooting for yourself
love yourself first and everything will fall into line
You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection”