Most of the time you must have noticed I used to complain about my insecurities — the size of my forehead, the size of my nose, the size of my waist. I have treated myself poorly in the past because I could not shake the feeling that I am not good enough. I didn't knew my own worth. I believed that everyone surrounding me was more important, more talented, more valuable. I often thought myself as a bother. I toss the word failure around in my head because it seemed to fit me better than success. However, now there are moments when I force myself to take a step back and look at how much I have grown in the past few years — even the past few months. Even though I feel much more comfortable whining about what a screw up I am, I have to admit that I am proud of myself. I am proud of the person I have become. I have been actively working on myself for a long time. I have tried to become a healthier person. A nicer person. A person with unshakable morals and unstoppable determinati...