I look in the mirror and see imperfections and flaws in me those craftily lined together with insecurities, vulnerability and rejection. I donât think Iâm good enough, ever! There were thousands of nights I stayed up crying or cried myself to sleep. As perfectionist as I am, it gets harder with time, responsibilities and experiences.
Now the question is who is this insecured person and what is this all about? You will find out in few seconds.