In most of my adolescent years, I’ve always struggled with low self-esteem and find immense difficulty loving myself. I’d succumb to peer pressure, conform to societal norms, to so call ‘fit in’. Oh the terrible things I’ve done to harm myself just to look good on the outside was one of the most disgraceful memories of my life. It was to the point that I legitimately wanted to end my life because living was just hell and it doesn’t have to be. During that period, I’ve let so many people down, my family being the worse. In the year 2017, I’ll be 20 (no longer a teenager). It’s time to live for myself.