It started when I was 14 years old. I was seeking attention and approval from boys, for them to be the ones who made me feel like I was enough. When I was in junior high and even into high school I was not the prettiest one, or the most popular; I had plenty of friends like that, but it was not me. I can remember trying to buy short skirts, coloring my hair because maybe if I was blonde they would be more into me, and trying to like things I wasn’t necessarily into just to fit in. I smiled, laughed and I was friends with a variety of people, but the internal turmoil that I dealt with all through these years was so hard. Truth be told all these years later I can remember struggling so hard to just be wanted to be prettier, to be skinner, and it’s so painful to think about. “We will never be enough for this world because that’s not what God created us for”- Grace Valentine- Am I Enough I was 17 years old when I fell in love for the first time, and…