I thought I was hideous.
I thought I couldn’t sing for my life.
I thought I was fat.
I thought I was a loser.
I had very little friends.

But now…

I know I’m insanely gorgeous.
I know I am a great singer.
I know I am (still) fat and cute.
I think I’m the bee’s knee’s.
I have tons of friends.

Maybe I only changed because of the people that surround me. I like to think it’s because I joined choir and it gave me self confidence. But the moral of my story is… don’t waste your time hating yourself. Love who you are not matter what you look like, how many friends you have on Facebook, what your talent is, or your weight. You are amazing and beautiful and just damn perfect in every way if you believe you are.