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Confident when alone I feel worthy, talented, well-behaved, and beautiful. I love each mole, curve, and aspect of my body. I am very well-versed in speaking languages and justifying my actions to self. I love music, and my own voice gives me peace and feels soulful. The Hesitant Me in Crowd I feel worthless, arrogant, and stubborn. I feel timid with my dark skin, weight, and not-so-attractive beauty. I feel I am bad at communicating and always at fault. My voice sounds bad, and I have a bad taste in music. Why? Why does everything seem different, as if I am carrying two faces of myself? Why do the people I feel as a sense of protection seem like the reason for my insecurity at times? Is it because my self-consciousness is making me doubt myself? What is the reason I am stuck between my confident self and hesitant, doubtful person? And in between these faces, I stand— half-lit, half-lost, searching for the whole.
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Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 1:40 AM UTC
Two Faces of Me
Confident when alone I feel worthy, talented, well-behaved, and beautiful. I love each mole, curve, and aspect of my body. I am very well-versed in speaking languages and justifying my actions to self. I love music, and my own voice gives me peace and feels soulful. The Hesitant Me in Crowd I feel worthless, arrogant, and stubborn. I feel timid with my dark skin, weight, and not-so-attractive beauty. I feel I am bad at communicating and always at fault. My voice sounds bad, and I have a bad taste in music. Why? Why does everything seem different, as if I am carrying two faces of myself? Why do the people I feel as a sense of protection seem like the reason for my insecurity at times? Is it because my self-consciousness is making me doubt myself? What is the reason I am stuck between my confident self and hesitant, doubtful person? And in between these faces, I stand— half-lit, half-lost, searching for the whole.
Two versions of me — one that shines in silence, and one that trembles in the crowd. Between confidence and doubt, I’m still learning to be whole.
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21/F/India
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 1:40 AM UTC
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