I don't want to bore anyone with a life story. Growing up, in middle school, I felt very rejected and inferior to and by others. The popular people were the girls who were my best friends growing up. The girls wanted to be them and the guys wanted them, and I was pushed aside. I was known as the "good Christian girl", when really I had just grown bitter and depressed. I suffered from sadness and depression for maybe five years, getting very fearful towards God, angry towards Christianity, hurting myself, just hating myself. Thank God, He brought along good friends, and I was healed from the depression and and self-mutilation.
Now that that's gone, I have to deal with the hurt that brought me to that point. I still struggle with self-image. In middle school, all I wanted was to be noticed and have people treat me with the same respect and give me the attention some of my other friends got. In high school, I got what I wanted. I've had all the compliments, the affection, the attention. Not necessarily the way I wanted, but I got it.
And you know what? It hasn't made much of a difference. Not in a meaningful way, at least. I thought if I were treated differently, things would be better. But I'm still as insecure as ever. I still get flustered when I talk to people, I still don't feel myself around others, I still refuse to look in mirrors most of the time, to look at pictures of myself, to take a chance and talk to someone just because I want to. I'm tired of flushing and sweating when I actually do talk to said person, I'm tired of being afraid around people that only want to be friendly to me. I'm tired of feeling like a stupid little child. I get upset so easily.
I've been waiting for a mate for so long, and God still hasn't answered those prayers. I met a guy last year that made my life wonderful. He was gentle and affectionate and made me feel pretty and worthwhile. He asked me out, and I said no. Because I know I shouldn't be involved with non-Christians, and this guy was a Satanist (the Anton LaVey kind, not the actual devil worshippers.) I know I would have been hurt by the relationship, but I still desperately wish I knew what it felt like to have someone to give my love away to and have it returned. Not once has anything worked out for me. There were guys I'd constantly obsess about, I want to know what it's like to have affections be returned. I know this must sound really petty, but I'm a romantic, have been since I was a little girl. This is a big source of pain for me.
I start college (hopefully) this fall. I don't want to go into that experience anxious and afraid and not as myself. I don't want to hurt anymore. I know that's not completely possible. I'm just tired of old wounds.
Now that that's gone, I have to deal with the hurt that brought me to that point. I still struggle with self-image. In middle school, all I wanted was to be noticed and have people treat me with the same respect and give me the attention some of my other friends got. In high school, I got what I wanted. I've had all the compliments, the affection, the attention. Not necessarily the way I wanted, but I got it.
And you know what? It hasn't made much of a difference. Not in a meaningful way, at least. I thought if I were treated differently, things would be better. But I'm still as insecure as ever. I still get flustered when I talk to people, I still don't feel myself around others, I still refuse to look in mirrors most of the time, to look at pictures of myself, to take a chance and talk to someone just because I want to. I'm tired of flushing and sweating when I actually do talk to said person, I'm tired of being afraid around people that only want to be friendly to me. I'm tired of feeling like a stupid little child. I get upset so easily.
I've been waiting for a mate for so long, and God still hasn't answered those prayers. I met a guy last year that made my life wonderful. He was gentle and affectionate and made me feel pretty and worthwhile. He asked me out, and I said no. Because I know I shouldn't be involved with non-Christians, and this guy was a Satanist (the Anton LaVey kind, not the actual devil worshippers.) I know I would have been hurt by the relationship, but I still desperately wish I knew what it felt like to have someone to give my love away to and have it returned. Not once has anything worked out for me. There were guys I'd constantly obsess about, I want to know what it's like to have affections be returned. I know this must sound really petty, but I'm a romantic, have been since I was a little girl. This is a big source of pain for me.
I start college (hopefully) this fall. I don't want to go into that experience anxious and afraid and not as myself. I don't want to hurt anymore. I know that's not completely possible. I'm just tired of old wounds.