what his words could not see
the problem with insecurities is they like to hide. they sit below the surface, waiting for something or someone to set them off. you yourself may not even know they're there. i knew mine was there, i just didn't want to admit it. i fed myself all the right literature, watched all the right videos, listened to all the right people who were telling me that what i was going through was normal, good, beautiful even. i consumed it until i told myself i believed it. but the problem was, i never did. deep down, i didn't accept what was happening. i told myself it was temporary, i would lose it soon. at my very core, i believed that something was wrong with me. i rarely let others on to the fact that when i looked in the mirror i was deeply sad. growing up your whole life being skinny, no one ever tells you what to do when your body changes. when your external value is no longer based in your smallness. i couldn't reconcile what was happening to me. i could not understand or ...