All of my insecurities bellowed at me at once. Raging and humiliated, I sobbed out my fury. I hated myself. I am still very nervy.
Insecurities – all my flaws
By Sophie Ann I get ready for my shower: marshmallow wash on the side, hair products beside it, mint green scrub to wash my legs, towels sprawled over the radiator, moisturiser propped on the washing basket. Stripping off my travel clothes, I pull out my ratty hair and observe the Continue Reading