Changes

For these last few weeks, I can really feel that I've changed. Not so much on the outside, more on the inside. I went to Sweden on a youth camp. I met seven brilliant people who I spend two weeks with. We canoed every day a few miles, then when we arrived on our new sleeping spot, we had to set the tents up, collect wood and make dinner. It were a tough two weeks.

When I left, I was a spoiled brat. I didn't care for cleaning my room or doing anything in the house. I was horrible at school because I simply couldn't care less.
But now I really feel like I've changed, mentally. I thought that I'd miss my laptop so much, and that I couldn't stand to live without my internet friends. Well, I was wrong. The only two things I missed, were my family and my dog. I wrote every few days a new chapter of a story I was working on, in my notebook. My hand hurt quite quick, but I didn't care.
I now realise how much writing means to me, how much I really want to proceed doing it and want to make a living out of it.

I used to have this super low self-esteem. Every time I walked past a mirror, I just looked the other way. I couldn't stand to see my self, my own body. I always thought I was fat.
But now I can actually look in the mirror and smile at what I see. I didn't lose weight whatsoever, but it feels like I did. Maybe something in my mind changed the way I look at myself. 'Cause when I see myself now, I see a normal, decent, beautiful person. When I saw myself back then, I was just a fat, ugly looking thing.
I'm really glad I went on that holiday. It's changed me so much in so many ways.