I’ve struggled with insecurity as long as I can remember. I always felt plain and people at school called me ugly sometimes, so I believed them. I still struggle with that most days. But I know God thinks I’m beautiful and that should be good enough for me. (: I’m trying hard to look in the mirror and see what God sees. I like my smile, eyes, and freckles. This is at my birthday party so excuse the cake. (: Sometimes when people say I’m pretty I think they just feel bad for me but that’s just the enemy talking. I sometimes wear makeup but most of the time I don’t. All girls r beautiful and I need to remember that includes me!