So this morning, I woke up feeling amazing, powerful, confident.
I picked out an outfit:
Skinny jeans, cowgirl boots, a striped tank top, and a button-up shirt to put over the tank top.
I was quite proud of myself, for creating such an amazing outfit.
Little while later, my mum came walking down the stairs, and the first thing she did when she saw my outfit was laugh.
"You look funny," she told me.
When she tells me that I look funny, it doesn't mean, "that outfit is nice, good job."
No.
It means, "Wow. What the fuck are you wearing? You look ridiculous."
I was like, "What. What's wrong with it. Please tell me so I can change."
She didn't respond.
She just asked to take a picture of me, probably sending that picture to my sister or my dad, thinking that it's amusing.
I just stood there, stunned.
My confidence wavered and eventually sank.
All I wanted to do was go back into my room and cry...
I'm insecure as it is.
She didn't have to do that..
YOU ARE READING
The Journal of One Crazy Ass Human Being
RandomClick 'Read' if you dare. -shrugs- I warned you. **Another Warning** This 'book' is rated 'mature' due to the amount of cursing that is inside. You're welcome.