I've been realizing lately the things that keep me down. The stories that I keep telling myself so my ego can indulge in the despair of it all. As a 20-something female, of course I struggle with my self-image. I always thought I wasn't pretty. It's probably the number one thing that keeps me down. Even if people tell me I'm pretty or whatever, there's a tiny part of me that just doesn't believe them. Even if I act like a believe it, I just don't. And the truth is. I shouldn't care and no one should really care what anyone looks like. Because it ultimately doesn't matter. It really doesn't. I guess the way I grew up, there was a lot of importance placed on how you looked. This is the greatest challenge for me and I know I'm going to overcome it.