I thought the bulk of my insecurities stemmed from my looks. I assumed that as long as I could accept my looks, life would just somehow transform from a path filled with thorns to a red carpet. How wrong I was. Turns out insecurities are like hydras. Managing to get rid of one only leads to another springing up, bigger and scarier each time. I guess this is what they call getting to know yourself, finding out exactly how scary the demons in you can be.
I've always felt that my looks was what was holding me back from being confident. And for a period of time, that was the case. After this past week, I realised superficial insecurities are just the low level monsters in me
