I'm insecure.
I'm probably the most insecure person I know.
Typical girl that I am, I have at least one protest on every single part of my body. Oh, except my wrists and my ankles, because I believe those are the only things I have that are anatomically satisfying (ie skinny). On a normal day, you can catch me complaining about how my hair is not shiny enough, my fingers are too short and stumpy, and my waist, dear god, my waist, and I swear to you my teeth are not as straight as they were yesterday. And those people you get obsessed with and absolutely love to hate, who have been cursed with those things that ought to have been yours. Like the longer legs, or those designer shoes, or the confidence to wear that see-through top and a mini skirt.
And then there are those that go way past the physical self and eat at you psychologically and emotionally, like your brain activity level compared to those charismatic people in your politics class, which I personally think are the worst kind of insecurity since I'd rather be "un-gifted" physically than to be dumb and stupid.
I am aware though that I am an individual with my own set of special talents so whenever go into an insecurity attack, I've cooked up a remedy to remind myself that in spite of my flawed being, I can still kick ass...you know, when I feel like it. ^___^ Let me share some of my feel-good antidotes (and believe me I have alot, and probably in need of much more):
- Singing - whatever vocal gifts I have, I take it out on the microphone and I feel better just assuming that my neighbours like my singing since they haven't complained yet.
- Drawing - even though it seems that I only draw only one character with different hairstyles, I pride on the fact that those characters have the coolest hair ever.
- Studying another language - it is HARD. And it makes me happy to know that I've done it.
- Asking the boyfriend- ok, me having the sexiest ass, the nicest stomach and the smartest brain are probably only, hmm, half true, it's always nice to hear.
