When I met me.
Liking my own personality is something I’ve struggled with for a long time. I’ve kinda always wanted to be someone else. Someone calmer, nicer, gentler. Who didn’t say “That’s what she said” when it had to be added on, who loved throwing parties and could decorate their home beautifully. Someone who knew the names of fashion designers and was tall and thin like their models.
I don’t know if anyone else ever struggled with that, but it’s taken a toll on me through the years to pretend to be someone else, or act like another person in certain situations. When I’d just rather not be me at that point.
Then I met this lady. And all that started to change.