What would your child self think of you now, mine would be scared, shocked at the blank face and the monotone voice. The pained look in my eyes, the nights I spend up because I can't seem to sleep, at the easy anger. At everything... She wouldn't be proud of me at all, because as a child my motto was "Just keep moving! What other people think about you doesn't matter, all that matters is you" And now look at me, worrying constantly because I don't feel pretty enough, quiet enough, loud enough, funny enough... She would be most disappointed that I don't focus on me, that I can only seem to survive on making other people happy because I can't do it myself. She would be able to read behind the fake smile I put on, and that's what would sadden her about growing up the most. If it was to ever happen, She would be forced to realize, that I, am no longer me