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I AM PROUD OF MYSELF

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 determination.

I am not exactly where I want to be — but I am getting closer. I am taking steps toward my destination each and every day. I have made mistakes but I have also made achievements. I have rediscovered myself. I have found out what I really want from this world and am working towards grabbing it.

I am not completely happy with myself, but I like myself more than I have in a long time. I am more comfortable in empty rooms now. I am more enthusiastic about pictures of myself. I am growing to appreciate the person staring back at me in the mirror instead of constantly criticizing her.

I have accomplished more than I ever thought possible. I am doing well for myself. I might not have a wedding ring on my finger or three diplomas hanging from my walls — but I am not sure if I even want those things. My version of success is not the same as another person’s version of success.

I’m not perfect. I’m not trying to be perfect. I’m just trying to be better.

But it’s time for me to admit the truth I have been afraid to speak for so long — underneath it all, I am really proud of myself. 

Comments

  1. AbhijeetNovember 17, 2019 at 10:39 AM

    We are proud of you

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  2. HATHI MERA SATHINovember 17, 2019 at 5:59 PM

    Asthu ������������ seera ������
    You are a perfect example of a good friend, a caring friend, a lovely friend ju r seera ...
    Hathi mera sathi ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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  3. Renu Monga KhullarNovember 17, 2019 at 6:48 PM

    Nice...God bless you always.😘we all love you

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  4. Ritu khandelwalNovember 17, 2019 at 7:58 PM

    Wao! Being YOU is uniqueness of urs and thats what will give you success along with happiness ♥️😊

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  5. Shashank PandeyNovember 17, 2019 at 8:49 PM

    Very nicely written

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  6. Ayushmaan SahuNovember 18, 2019 at 3:32 AM

    Loeks doesn't even matter, one should be proud and confident about themselves. Thats enough!

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  7. UnknownNovember 18, 2019 at 4:25 AM

    Let the conscious be a teacher not a critic
    Let the unconscious be a guide not a tourist
    Indeed you have come a long way kuller
    And like they say
    "Kuller is killing it" btw with her beautiful blogs
    P.S - No puns intended :p

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  8. UnknownSeptember 4, 2020 at 12:42 AM

    Hey di,😊
    It's really motivating and helped me to build my confidence ❤️ and yes I m proud of myself😃

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