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My entire identity was wrapped up in this boy. So much of my brain space was consumed with getting his attention. Does he think I’m pretty? Does he really love me? Does he want to marry me? Does he think I’m smart? I didn’t realize at the time how wildly self-conscious I was. I hated myself and I so badly needed to be shown my worth. It’s such a difficult space to be in when you’re also lacking self-awareness. Probably starting in middle school, I used to cry into my pillow at night and just beg for the pain to go away. I would get so sad and so miserable and so self-loathing.
https://prettywheelchairgirl.com/2021/09/21/my-story
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