The toughest thing about being a teenager is probably trying to begood and be bad simultaneously, trying to do good in school in schooland manage a stable social life. Its hard finding and keeping the rightfriends; knowing when you should just give in and be the bigger personin a situation or leaving it be, let bygones be bygones. Its hardchoosing between starting a five page essay for Economics or watching anew episode of Glee. Its hard deciding between hanging out with yourfriends or chilling with your boyfriend. One of the hardest is goingagainst what your family believes in for what you truly believe in.What I like most about myself is my confidence. I sometimes feel like anoutsider looking in on myself and watching the drastic change I've made.I can tell you I didn't always have a head on my shoulders, I had afairly low self esteem and felt like Medusa looking into a mirror. Ialways thought my hair was too short, my nose was too big, my lips weretoo small, my cheeks were too high, and my eyes were too dark. I wantedlong straight hair, lighter skin, lighter eyes, less bags under my eyes.Obviously you get the point, nothing was right and everything was wrongwith me. I don't know where my turning point occurred but somewhere Icame across one. I became satisfied with my face, shape and body. I learned to speak up, voice my opinion, and be okay with the skin I'm in.
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