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5.04.2011

Have you ever had that weird feeling of being so insecure? You know, the feeling you get when you see someone way better looking than you, and you just sit there looking like a loser. You feel unappreciated, imperfect. You feel... ugly. Well, I've experienced that tons of times & I just experienced it again today.

So you see, my brother plays basketball and this year, my dad hosted a tournament. And of course, tons of girls dig basketball players. I had to help my dad set-up for the tournament, but of course, since it was a basketball game, I didn't really care what I looked like, so I ended up wearing denim shorts, a plain v-neck and slippers. I looked like horrible, but I didn't really care that time.

A few minutes after the 2nd game, I saw these two girls who were heading towards the basketball court. The first girl looked alright, but the second girl was just... wow. She was so pretty! She looked like a model. She had an amazing body, she had beautiful hair, her face was flawless. I was so speechless. I wasn't really intimidated that time, until she kept staring at me, and not in a good way. Right then & there, I felt super insecure. I didn't speak, I didn't move that much and I was afraid to look around. I thought I had the confidence to say that I am beautiful. I thought I had the confidence to not care about what people think of me. Apparently, I don't. I wish I could just believe for once that I AM WORTH IT.




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