15 yo me vs. 25 yo me 🌹🍷✨
15 year old me was a little moody ball of energy. I was grouchy a lot, eccentric at times, and I didn’t quite know how to express myself openly. Especially when it came to my sexuality, I was worried for what everyone thought about me. I hid my body through baggy clothing and hoodies, and I was always body shamed and severely bullied in high school for being fat, socially awkward, and autistic. I was even bullied to the point where I thought of committing suicide. Luckily I never followed through with it and changed my attitude later on. I also didn’t really take care of myself and I always had frizzy, damaged hair due to not washing it enough. However, a part of me always hoped and yearned for more friends and someone to fall in love with one day. That someone could see past my looks and disabilities, and that they’d see true beauty underneath.
Now fast forward ten years to 25 year old me. I’m a lot more confident than usual. I’m happier now than where I was 10 years ago. I’m asserting myself more, I’m wearing clothes that make me feel sexy and beautiful, and I dropped 6 dress sizes and lost a ton of weight from exercising. Sure, I still have depressive episodes here and there, but at least they don’t happen as frequently from years ago. I love myself so much, and I’m slowly coming to terms that I am a lovable person! I have wonderful friends, family, a boyfriend that loves me unconditionally, and so do my F/Os too! And I wouldn’t have it any other way! 💓💝💘💗💖💞💕
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