Conclusion
I've come to the conclusion that self-doubt and I make HORRIBLE bedmates.
*kicks self-doubt out of my comfy bed*
And with a deep breath in, I start anew. My day has been spend silently cataloging the bits of my that I find fault in as I pretend to have a jolly good time with my coworkers and their randomness (you know like mental images of them vacuuming only a fabulous hat for clothing). It was a weird day and I totally needed the cocktail I just downed.
I am done with thinking I am not good enough or pretty enough or skinny enough. I am enough for me and that's what matters. So fuck off if you feel differently!
*off to play with fabric*