INSECURITIES HAVE BEEN my downfall since I was eleven years old. I'll never forget Elijah Helens. He was in eighth grade when I was sixth.
It may not it seem like a big gap, but an eighth grader compared to a sixth grader., is like comparing a child to a toddler–similar, but in no way the same.
I remember him pulling me into the boys locker room, telling me how he'd loved me for a long time, but that I just wasn't cool enough to be seen with him yet.
As an eleven year orphan, this was like hitting the jackpot. Love! Someone loves me! Stupidly, I let him do what he wanted to me for two years. Wanna know a secret?
I was never cool enough. He never took enough.
I act like s**t doesn't faze me—but inside, it drives me crazy. My insecurities could eat me alive.
I'm not nearly as confident
