I spent the majority of my life hating myself because of what I was not. I was not skinny, I was not pretty, I was ugly, I was not rich, I was not the popular girl. I was the fat/ chubby chick, I was poor, I was freak. Now that I’m 33 I think to myself WHY? why was I always so down on myself. Why did I spend years hating who I was…..