There are many different words we use to describe ourselves and other people. And just so everyone has an understanding of what I mean by this, when I describe myself, these are the words I think of: caring, punctual, a good friend, reliable, responsible, sensitive.

But with every positive, there are like three negatives: anxious, obsessive, trust issues, unlikeable at times, insecure, thick, not confident, not pretty, and so much more.

And it wasn't until a couple nights ago that I truly realized I am my own worst enemy.

You see, there are a ton of things I don't like about myself. Physically, I have an uneven skin tone and dark spots on my face. I have a small chest area yet huge thighs and a huge booty that I try so hard to get rid of, but never can. I have a vein that shows on my right leg that I hate. My toes look weird. There are white stretch marks on my hips. My hair is frizzy.

My teeth aren't as white as they could be. Mentally, I hate how my anxiety controls my life. I have a huge problem trusting people. I constantly overthink situations. I spend hours trying to make myself look like what I feel is presentable, and then I become crushed whenever someone ends up not liking me.

I wear my heart on my sleeve and I let people walk all over me. It's a never ending cycle of waking up, being worried about the size of my thighs, doing everything I can to look like what society tells me to look like, and then just being more disappointed and more insecure the next day.

It wasn't until this morning when I realized that I am NOT the negative things I think about myself. I had another girl the other night tell me that they loved my body and were actually jealous of it because they didn't have curves the way I did. My response to her? "But look at this cellulite on my thigh!" Newsflash, Taylor! She didn't care.

Everybody wants what they can't have. And allow me to put emphasis on "what they can't have." I can't have a super skinny body because that's not the way my body is made. So instead, I should embrace what I do have. Just because I'm not particularly happy with it, doesn't mean that I'm not beautiful and that I don't have aspects about me that other people like or wish to have.

I am not the pitiful portrayal of myself in my mind that I have when I look in the mirror. I am everything BUT that.