I didn’t really begin to “blossom” until my mid-twenties, which may not sound as comforting as I believe it is but I wish I could tell that to my younger self. You don’t have to have it all figured out at any point in life but least of all when you’re 15. I don’t know how to explain it other than I began to see myself as me instead of the me I felt like I should be based on the way I thought other people perceived me. I know, it sounds ridiculous. I began to appreciate my body and all of the things it does for me, rather than living by the constant self-insulting soundtrack in my head. I learned how to be confident enough to stand up for myself. I opened up to my doctor about the anxiety and panic I’ve been in the ring with all my life and I’m getting help. I feel like I’m worth being loved.