Looking back I am not ashamed to say that I was a girl who was a lot more insecure and gullible than I am now.
I didn’t know how to be the most fun teen around – just like now, my friends always seem to have these exciting lifestyles, and that’s okay. I actually love my life even if there are things I want to improve at the moment.
I made choices that I probably shouldn’t have made. I was scared of opening up to the right person. Whenever I got close to something good I was frightened of not being the person others expected me to be.
I believe that we are all young once and we all do things we which we wish we could have done differently. But surely what matters is the now, this present time we have to work on how we really want things to be?
This world we live in where people say, ‘Oh they’re the one who…’ or ‘Didn’t she used to…’ think about it. Seriously, what does it matter?
Wouldn’t you rather fulfil a life which holds something much more important than what used to be and dwelling on past versions or interpretations of a person?
There are times where I have walked people and we are complete strangers. Or there are times where I know I’ve been recognised but it’s as if they couldn’t recognise me at first. Maybe I look different. I definitely haven’t grown height wise,