I honestly take every compliment I receive to heart. My thank you and smile I reply back with are completely sincere and genuine. Why? Because I don’t think I’m pretty… At all, and no I’m not fishing for compliments. There has actually been nights where I have cried and cried because I can not stand the way I look. I know, pathetic right? Waste of tears, right? Well, there is a reason for everything. With that said, there in fact is a reason why I have so much hatred towards myself.. I’m not ready to share that part yet. It sucks being so self conscience. Every time I look at myself in the mirror, all I see are my flaws. My insecurities are eating me alive. They’re like an irritating bug crawling into my skin that doesn’t disappear. Growing up how I grew up, it’s hard to believe that I’m the slightest bit of “pretty.”