Once upon a time, I didn’t like myself very much. I didn’t like how I looked, I didn’t think I was particularly bright (most likely because I grew up being told I was stupid) I was a sensitive and an emotional child and the many negative comments thrown at me affected me deeply.
Growing up in a single parent household, I was a rebellious teenager with identity crisis and self-worth issues. At a young age, I became a people pleaser who will go to great lengths for other people just to be liked and be accepted. Let’s just say that emotionally, I was a wreck and while this followed me into adulthood, I skillfully covered it up with church and religious activities and professional excellence.