Before the "30-Day Challenge," I considered writing about today's topic--insecurity. I decided against it, however, since I try to avoid using my blog as a pity party. My challenge today is to post a picture of my biggest insecurity; the true challenge will be to write without coming across as whiny or pathetic. I'm afraid this is going to be the most predictable, clichéd piece of twaddle I've ever produced. So if this blog becomes too annoying, feel free to click that little red "X" in the top right-hand corner and come back to visit tomorrow. I will totally understand.
I have always been insecure about the way I look.
I know this has been done to death and I honestly wish I had something better to write about, but I'm a fairly confident person in all other aspects of my life. It's just this. one. thing.
Looking back, I realize now that my insecurities as a child and even a teenager were completely ridiculous. In fact, the things I should have been more insecure about (my clothes, my teeth, my gait), I ignored and instead focused on being too tall, which I interpreted as "too big." I look back at pictures of myself as a high school senior and remember thinking I was a blob. In actuality, I was 5'10" and 128 pounds with size C boobs.