Feeling insecure about my appearance and things like that is totally okay. Well, it's not okay. I mean, I don't relish feeling insecure, but it's a fact of life. We're not going to love the way we look 24/7, nor are we going to be happy with what we're given. Would I like smaller boobs? Hell yes. Would I rather be 5'5" than 5'? Definitely. But can I change those things? Nope. (Unless I got a breast reduction and/or wore heels every day. No, thanks.)

And to be honest, I don't really want to. I am what I am. And, in the event that I meet an incredible man someday who'll love my huge boobs and tiny stature, I know acceptance starts with me (cheesy, yes, but very true).

But when I start doubting my dreams?

I don't think my heart can cope.

Again, I'm scared. Scared I won't fulfill those dreams, scared that I'll miss my chance, scared I'll never do what I want to do. Just scared.

And I know that it's irrational.

I mean, it's cyclical, right?

If I don't overcome my fear and fucking WRITE, I won't know if I can do it. And it's not that I can't write. I was accepted into a very competitive writing program and took four years of professional writing. I mean, I can write better than the average person. But... just because I can write, doesn't mean I'm extraordinary.

And that, dear readers, is where the fear comes in.

I'm fucking pathetic.

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