It took practice, a lot of practice, pushing myself out of my comfort zone and repetition of positive thoughts. Eventually I came to the epiphany point that was rebellious yet ecstatic, it was the “Screw what people think” epiphany.
At the end of the road, it doesn’t matter what people think, I can lock myself in my room, I can run away to the forest, I can face it all head on, and if I don’t give a shit what people think, if I’m good enough for myself and I KNOW who I am and I LOVE myself, that’s all that matters; that’s all I need.
I don’t need people to like me or to think I’m pretty in order to be happy. If your happiness is solely dependent on others, you are never really going to be happy, you’re going to be in a constant agonizing search for that false joy. You have to be enough. You are enough.