I started to rely on my own inner compliments. No one can tell me I'm full of myself just because I'm finally confident. Because I remember hating my smile. I remember hating my hair. I'd always look in the mirror and wish I was someone else. I remember when I stopped going out in public. I tried to hide the facial breakouts that made me feel so ugly. I was a prisoner who created her own prison. When people told me I was beautiful I never listened. I was a fool back then but I'm no longer imprisoned. My outlook on myself is completely different. Everyone isn't going to think I'm attractive. I won't be every guys cup of tea. No matter what he or she thinks, my confidence isn't going to leave.
