And suddenly it was clear to me. It was obvious that I didn't need a man to make me feel good. That I had to stop looking for the perfect lover and start looking for the courage to be enough on my own. It was time for me to face the world and be able to say at loud that I'm enough, no matter what and that no men will ever change that. I needed to freaking love myself, above all. It's about damn time for me to tell the world that I can be beautiful, and brilliant, and sexy, and fun, and interesting, and no matter what I want to be. It was time for me to say goodbye to my demons and to let myself the chance to shine, the chance to express myself. I needed to do all of this without a boy, without looking to be admired or looked. I needed to do this for myself, and myself only.
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RandomRandom thoughts about everything that going through my mind. Talking about growing up, eating disorder, depression,... I'm not English so I apologize for all the faults.
