So, today I decided that I am actually pretty.
And not just in the if-I-put-a-lot-of-makeup-on-and-squeeze-myself-into-some-flattering-clothes-I-might-pass-as-‘okay’-when-it-comes-to-hair-or-eyes-or-boobs-or-lips kind of way but in the look-at-myself-in-my-underwear-in-the-mirror-before-showering, stand-on-the-scale-and-not-cringe, look-in-the-dance-studio-mirrors-while-dancing kind of way. In a yeah,-you-know,-I-can-deal-with-this-and-I-actually-kind-of-like-physically-being-me kind of way.
Take that, lack of self-confidence. I’m gonna wear my fucking princess dress to an informal concert and Starbucks tonight and then I am going to eat a lot of pizza. Screw you.