I remember the time when I considered myself beautiful. I guess I still am, I’m just not that sure anymore even when I’ve lost quite a few kilos since I had better self esteem. I’m jealous over things, uncertain of my position in almost every aspect of my life. I basically hate being me.
I know, that probably the only way of making things better is to make a complete overhaul of my life. I just feel like I’m so stuck in my current status that I don’t know how it would be possible. Still, I want change.
OK. I don’t know what got into me, but I just realized that now is the time. Really. I’ve been waiting for my back to get better and now it is relatively painless. I waited for my spring flu to pass and it’s getting over. Everything else is going to hell, but I want to start exercise tomorrow. I’ve already packed my backpack and I’m eagarly looking forward next morning.