"Are You That Insecure, Bitch?"

So, I was facebook lurking and I came across a pic that I posted on Kevin Hart's page. It was a pic of me wearing his Alright Alright Alright shirt. When I posted it I knew a lot of people would have something to say about my size. So I checked the first comment and of coarse, it was some woman joking on my size saying 'Kevin what size did she have to buy?' So more people started commenting and I expected it to be more fat jokes, but surprisingly people were defending me. They started taking shots at the woman's appearance, and excuse my language for a second, but that bitch deserved it! People don't know the crap that goes on in someone's life. I could have been contemplating on killing myself that day for all she knew. I just don't see the point in attacking someone you don't even know. So, I ask 'are you that insecure bitch?' And let's not ignore the fact that she's a grown woman being childish picking on a 19 year old girl. But in all serious. . .ness?? I was thoroughly shocked by the amount of people who had my back. I guess humans aren't so cruel after all.

A Constant Internal Battle

Growing up, I always compared myself to my older sister. I always thought she was prettier, smarter, and more talented than I was. It's been years now and I still find myself comparing myself to her. I've gotten a lot better with it though. I don't find myself constantly comparing myself to her like I used to, but it's kinda hard not to when she comes home and talks about the guys that try to talk to her on a daily basis. I can't help but to feel inferior to her. Not only do I think she's better than me in the looks department, but in other areas as well. My sister is extremely smart, she's funny, she's independent, and it seems as if she's never been without a job. Me? I'm fat, unattractive, shy, weird, and currently jobless. I've searched,for years, for 'staple' in life. The other day my sister came home and started talking about some guy at her job who thought she was pretty and all my insecurities just came rushing in my head and I started crying. This whole accepting myself thing is a constant battle. There are days where I feel pretty, but there are days where I feel like just putting a bag over my head. It's really something that I need to figure out. I have to find some kind of self-confidence. I feel like I blame others a lot for the way I feel about myself, but at the end of the day I'm the one who ultimately determines my happiness. I've come a long why with my confidence, but obviously I have a lot more work to do. I'm not quite there, but I'm getting better at it.