When I used to look at myself in the mirror I saw acne. I didn’t see this beautiful girl everyone always said I was. I saw dark circles, scars, teeth that weren’t perfect. It has taken me the entirety of my 23 years existing on this plant to realize I am beautiful! The days I was covered in acne, the days I was flawless, and today with my acne and scars.
Don’t get me wrong I am still on the verge of returning to the old ways. Not necessarily that I want to return, it’s more of a ‘I’m familiar therefore I am comfortable’ type feeling but rationally I tell myself ‘why would you, you’ve made so much progress’
But..
The unknown is a scary place, it’s hard to step foot into something when you can’t see where it leads. It’s important we venture though, it allows us to change, grow, learn things we never thought were possible until we realized that it wasn’t that hard to try in the first place.
