Not to be lying, but that covers nothing but half the truth. It comes in days, weeks, where I feel unstoppable, I feel like the best person in the whole world.
Notice that this has nothing to do with _body positivity_. I have _always_ liked my body. My face, my lips, my eye brows, my wrists, my hands, my legs, my stomach, my breasts, my chest you name it. Never have I wished for them to change.
But my god how I have had insecurities when it comes to my personality. I have loathed my personality, especially in gymnasiet. When I was younger I did everything to stand out and god I stood out, but then in gymnasiet everything fell apart. I tried becoming something I wasn't, hiding my personality behind iron bars, letting my supressed me out on special occasions when I knew nobody would judge me.
Your personality isn't something desirable. Your personality is wrong. Your body is beautiful, but your personality is at fault.
Goddamnit how I hated it! How I hated forcing myself into some kind of "one size fits all"-personality. Fuck that.
The older I get the more I realize how my personality is accepted. That people tell me I'm such an honest person, how they'll never forget me
That feels good.
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