I have insecurities that fly around more vividly than fireflies on Midsummer's Eve. I am one of those young women. The one's that leave their hair unkept and clothes unwashed. I try though, I do. I make an attempt to get up in the morning and put on a dainty skirt and a bit of mascara before I face the day. But I often feel so self-concious... so unworthy. I fear being compared. I don't want to stand side by side with anyone else. I want to be viewed as an individual alone, not an individual apart.
