Today I realized that I’m losing myself in everyone else. I am my own beautiful person, and I wish it was easier for me to realize that more often. My self esteem is low, I have a bad body, my hair is always knotty, I bite my nails, and I have a birth mark on my hipbone. I’m not perfect, but I don’t have to be. I want to be myself, and I’ve been someone else lately. I miss the comfortability I had in my own skin.