I was absolutely gorgeous in high school. I know that probably sounds cocky, but hear me out. I had the worst self-esteem in high school. 4 years of depression, accompanied with an eating disorder and constantly being told I’m not good enough probably have something to do with that. It’s just sad I never saw myself the way I see myself now. Sure, I have my flaws, but I’m ok with them now. I also need to remind myself, as I look through these old photos, that I destroyed all the “dark years” evidence: I don’t have any of me as a walking skeleton— I think only 3 were taken that year of me — and I don’t have any of me in my goth stage (yep, black makeup and purple streaks/tips). Maybe these old photos aren’t the perfect representation of all my high school years, but I wish I could back and tell myself that I am truly beautiful. Maybe then, I wouldn’t have felt so ugly all the time.
