THIS IS ME
Holding my breath, closing my eyes, and saying a prayer, I looked in the mirror.
‘I love being a girl, I’m really happy in my body, and I won’t change,’ I repeated over and over.
Only, no matter how many times I tried to convince myself that those words were true, I caught a look at my reflection.
There was nothing that stood out as being wrong with my body, or my personality in fact, but there was an air of anxiety hovering over me at all times.
I felt uncomfortable with who I was, only I couldn’t put my finger on why.
So, convincing myself that these feelings were normal would just have to do.
‘It’s time to go now Jess,’ my mum Sharon, now 57, bellowed from the bottom of the stairs.
Throwing my bag over my shoulder, I headed to school.
With a great group of girlfriends and feeling content in all
You’re reading a preview, subscribe to read more.
Start your free 30 days