I must confess...

I MUST CONFESS...

I Confess... I don't like change. It puts me into a spin of anxiety.

I Confess... I get jealous or feel threatened easily... I am insecure (to put it nicely)

I Confess... I hate how I look - I hate my body and I curse my family for the genes I inherited.

I Confess... I have odd cravings and I know I shouldn't, but I do. Oh well.

I Confess... I don't NEED any more shoes or purses, but I have to HAVE them...