I used to look in the mirror and tell myself that I was beautiful and told myself to believe it. I walk with my head up my high with a confident stride, my smile as bright as diamonds glistening in sunlight.
To anyone who sees me, I have it together. I'm confident, I'm secure with my beauty, but in reality it's totally opposite.
I'm imperfect. I'm 2 pants size bigger than I was last year, my arms jiggle, my butt is average.
I've been "faking it" for 25 years. I've faked confidence so much that now I finally believe in me.