Umm, I have tons – where would I possibly begin?! Though I choose not to focus too much on them because I live by this quote, “Always be a first-rate version of yourself rather than a second-rate version of somebody else.” – Judy Garland
“I yam who I yam and that’s all what I yam.” – Popeye
I will actually give you two insecurities – one related to personality and another related to physical.
I personally like being an introvert so that’s not the problem. The problem is when I’m sitting around like a fool trying to rack my brain for something meaningful to say to fill in those awkward silences. I hate that. It makes me feel socially awkward and insecure. Sometimes I’m relieved when someone else does all the talking cuz then I don’t have to. So that’s my first insecurity…
As for a physical insecurity – though I’ve learned to accept (and even love) my body for the most part over the years, I still beat myself up every now and again. I’m going to share this but it doesn’t give you the right to stare at it from now on, ok?! =) It’s the keloid I have on my chest.
It’s genetic, from my dad’s side of the family. It only occurs if you are already genetically predisposed, and you happen to get some sort of wound in a keloid-forming area of your body. Some people aren’t really discreet when they stare at it either, and I’ve even been asked more than once whether I’ve had open-heart surgery. I should really make up a fun, interesting story about it!
*Sigh*, it’s not painless either. It actually stings every once in awhile and I have to press on it really hard to stop it from hurting. I’m grateful I didn’t need a c-section because I definitely would have ended up with a nasty, itchy scar for the rest of my life. I just hope I didn’t pass it down to Noelle.
So there you have it… two of my many insecurities. Now stop staring at me!