I had problems with body positivity when growing up. At such a young age, I felt like I wasn't what others wanted me to be and it killed my confidence. I felt I needed to be taller, skinnier, muscular, but I didn't realize that I was perfect all along. All I would hear all my life is that I'm short, small, and weak. I hated the way I looked for years. I hated the skin I was in. I hated my body type. I hated every part of me. It took my grandma telling me over and over again that I was perfect the way I was, that I was beautiful inside and out. Sooner of later I started to believe her and I began to blossom with confidence. I thank the ones who torn me down all these years because without your efforts of constant drilling, I wouldn't have loved myself more now then I loved myself than.