Ever since I was a kid, I always cared about being pretty. My ideology was/is that no one will like me if I’m not pretty enough. My parents nor my friends were the ones who made me feel less. I don’t remember much about childhood. I always remember being insecure and an emotional wreck. I’m still the same. I care about other’s opinions a lot. I hate myself a lot. I have an undiagnosed anxiety disorder for sure. I never have been in a bad relationship. My parents are amazing. My friends always cared about me more I did about them. I have no trauma whatsoever. Still why am I tis fucked up?
