My Insecurities and Me
Sometimes I wonder how well people actually know me. Can they see the insecurities through the façade of confidence that I try to put on? Does my loud-mouth, extraverted chat distract people enough that they don’t notice how I feel? I guess this is my way of putting it out in the open, and finally talking about the insecurities and anxieties that have been present in my life for as long as I can remember. My biggest insecurities are ones of loneliness, exclusion, and the assumption that most people don’t actually like me, regardless of what they say to my face. These insecurities are something that are rooted in my childhood; I was always the weird kid, the one most people didn’t like. Many of my childhood memories are of bullying and exclusion – always the one left out. It didn’t help that I struggled with normal social interactions, my overbearing extroversion meant that I struggled with other people’s boundaries. It’s taken me years to learn how I can act around others, and l