I’m insecure about my face because it reminds me of a time where I wasn’t myself and I didn’t know where or who I was. I was going through a lot too. Now I am becoming more myself but at the same discovering who that is and worries that I won’t be able to achieve this until I leave highschool and get away from the environment I had all these weird times. I’m going to add an empowering note and say that I think I am pretty. However. I do not see myself as me because of all this shit I have tied to my face in my head.