Dear Insecurity

You. My biggest enemy, Me. Always tearing myself down Covering myself with layers upon layers of, "Perfection". A mask to hide the demise of my courage, my confidance. That word.. "Confidance" What does it mean anymore? To love one self? Or to act as though I do? My confidance hides in the foundation, primer and contour covering my flawed skin. The light behind my eyes are hidden by the eye shaddow and thick lashes I apply each morning. Each morning, I step on the scale and the numbers pile on top of me until it's hard to breath. I need to lose the weight before the asphyxiation devours me.... These are the things you have put into my head. "I am not good enough" "I am not smart enough, I might as well not try" "I am not skinny, so I have to stop eating" "I am not pretty without makeup" You are wrong! What makes me any less beautiful? Any less powerful? I have learned to fight you, for myself. I will not look in the mirror and cry, any longer! I will fight you, for my sanity. For my family, For myself.. I am beautiful, without makeup. My body is perfect the way it is. I am smart enough, and i will PROVE it. I AM good enough.. I WILL prove you wrong..