Since I was a kid, I always had insecurities bubbling inside me, like a poison that settled in my brain. Maybe it was because I was bullied as a child, or because of the comments from older people about my body. Growing up, we were close with the older gen, who somehow felt they had the right to point out how “ugly” we were or how imperfect we looked. It became so normalized that they did it all the time.
