I've been having trouble lately with self esteem. Most girls my age would then go on to say that their thighs are fat and they have huge love handles and they need to lose at least 30 pounds this summer and that they worry their feet look weird in flip flops and blah, blah, blah (I've been hearing this stuff for days). But I have a different kind of problem, believe it or not. For my entire teenage life I have had many nicknames: Satan, antichrist, monster, beast, the evil twin to this other girl's good twin, vampire, werewolf. They were all good natured, and by friends and family. I've always been more or less proud of those titles. But for the past few days I've been beginning to wonder if they might be right. Have you ever heard of that thing where if you hear something enough you eventually get to accept it as truth? Yeah, that's kinda what's happening. I still act proud of the titles and I refuse to give up my "I-don't-give-a-shit-what-you-say" attitude for this so I've only told my best friend how much it's starting to hurt. What's a little mental damage for the upkeep of a high school reputation, right? I'm kidding, it's not that bad and I'm positive it'll pass in a week. But at the moment it still kinda sucks. So RAWR, I'm a monster apparently.
