Rather than reacting to these thoughts, which I knew were coming in now because my mood was low and I felt physically shit, I let them enter

I realized the way I dress, the way I speak, the music I like, and my creative tendencies weren’t necessarily expected of me.

Every 2 to 3 weeks, I feel ugly. For about a week or two at a time, I would stare at my face and body and list all the problems.

I was no longer a ‘failure’, or a ‘waste of space’ but instead I told myself I was ‘living my dream’ and a ‘director’.