I think about the girl I used to be
and feel sorry for her sometimes.
People would look at me and say,
“You’re so beautiful.”
And I’d laugh it off
like they were talking about someone else.
Because all I remember from those years
is insecurity.
Hiding.
Overthinking every little thing.
Trying to survive myself quietly.
I wish I had lived more.
Worn the outfit.
Taken the picture.
Believed the compliment.
Stopped caring so much about what was wrong with me.
Maybe that’s my biggest regret
not that I wasn’t beautiful,
but that I never allowed myself to feel it.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 11:58 AM UTC
I think about the girl I used to be
and feel sorry for her sometimes.
People would look at me and say,
“You’re so beautiful.”
And I’d laugh it off
like they were talking about someone else.
Because all I remember from those years
is insecurity.
Hiding.
Overthinking every little thing.
Trying to survive myself quietly.
I wish I had lived more.
Worn the outfit.
Taken the picture.
Believed the compliment.
Stopped caring so much about what was wrong with me.
Maybe that’s my biggest regret
not that I wasn’t beautiful,
but that I never allowed myself to feel it.
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