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Hi, my name is Taylor. For years, I have been struggling to love myself and be happy. I always felt like I wasn’t good enough and I always felt like no one would accept me because of my weight. I also felt like no male would love me since my father wasn’t in the picture.
When I started high school in 2009, I felt left out and I felt like I wouldn’t make friends. Then I met my best friend Keisha and she made me really happy because she accepted me for me.
Freshman year went and sophomore year came.
It was going great, I was being a social butterfly and being myself. Then my grandma who had lived with me for years died. She was my ride or die, my home skillet, my best friend. My everything.
Then once again I lost myself. I was depressed for a while and I felt like there was no reason for me to live anymore. I wanted to end my own life.
But, since I’m typing this, obviously I didn’t.
Fast forward to my senior year now. I’m the happiest girl ever. My best friend since freshman year makes my life livable. I have accepted myself. I don’t hate myself anymore. I love me for me.
This is the most confident I’ve been in years, and honestly it feels great.
My name is Taylor and for the first time in years, I can say that I love myself more than anyone can. (: