and overcome that make me whole, as opposed to the way I choose to dress or do my makeup.It seems like just a decade ago that I was an insecure teenager.I suppose it never truly stops.
This feeling is worse when a wave of confidence empowers me to ask a cutie at the gym if he is single and I get stared at like a weirdo.
My entire body deflates as I get nothing in return—no go ahead to keep speaking, and definitely no cute smile to indicate they are game.It is not because I am ugly.
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