I accepted tonight who I really am. I realize how much of myself I have rejected over the course of my life and how hard I've tried to become something other than myself. I guess in a way I haven't been living very honestly in the sense that I hoped the world would see what I wanted them to see, and not who I really am inside. ***What's wrong with who I am?*** What is so terrifying about the woman my Creator designed me to be? Why have I tried so hard to rewrite that script for Him? I think this all actually began pretty early. I remember the first time I started comparing myself. I was thirteen years old and in the 7th grade (middle school where I come from). I sat in class and stared at a girl in front of me who was very thin and obviously popular. She acted so much older than most of our grade, which was fascinating to an innocent and conservative girl like myself. I hardly considered myself a teenager and here was another student with experience beyond my comp...