I realize now that I began to stomp on my self esteem at such a young age. Looking back in my photo gallery I can see the photos where I’ve lost my childlike wonder. I smiled at the camera during those times only to take pictures to look back at my miserable self. There were months, no, years of no pictures. I hated my look, I grew jealous of girls with clear skin and soft lips and their cute clothes and their long hair. I think the worst thing of all is that I lost my identity somewhere in those years. I don’t think I can get it back. I’m constantly anxious now, any nonchalant manner I displayed before most certainly won’t come back.