No More Insecurities

Its true I'm more confident and comfortable in my own skin than I have ever been, BUT that doesn't mean I don't still have my doubts or my insecurities. They're just not swept up under the rug. I brought them out, I hold them in plain sight, I pride myself in the inability to flinch when someone makes a comment. First step was to grow tough skin. The only person's opinions who should matter are yours.

Maybe even the people you love.

I ask: Do I really love a person who makes my own flaws out as a negative? Flaws are not negatives or positives, they're not numbers or letters. They're not even good or bad till WE make them out to what WE want them to be. 

Being comfortable isn't a gene inherited, or a disease douche bags get for some reason. It's just a way of life. It can't be given or taken. You just decide to have it. Honestly I don't even call it confidence, I call it being the good person I have always wanted to be.

Whatever others throw at me I'm sure was thrown at them in the beginning. Everyone gets those bitch-ass thoughts. It's just the fact that I learned how to tell between lies and just being Kaitlyn. 

I don't know how to be anyone else. 

I wish other could understand this.

I wish people felt the same way.