DelicateSituation

I know perfectly well that I am an independent, strong, beautiful woman, yet there is some tiny part of me that whispers, "But maybe you aren't".
I know perfectly well that I don't need a boy to make me special, yet there is some tiny part of me that whispers, "But maybe you do".
I know perfectly well that I am pretty in my own way and I should be appreciated for what's on the inside, not the outside, yet there is some tiny part of me that whispers, "But maybe that's not true". 
I know perfectly well that my friends love me for the weird, crazy, cynical, slightly annoying girl that I am, yet there is some tiny part of me that whispers, "But maybe they don't".
I know these things perfectly well, but the slightest insecurity can disrupt everything.