As a kid I hated myself. But then, over time I started to realize that I didn’t actually hate myself, but the self that people saw. In actuallity, I rather liked myself, the real me (still do) and so I began to strive to make a difference in my overall demeanor. I started to talk more, smile more, and not be afraid of confrontation. I decided that it was time to bring out the real me, let her shake out the last remaining cobwebs and grow accustomed to the light. That way, I would never have to repeat those three words to myself again.