Proud people actually feel inferior. Tell me about it.

You would never think that those who look extremely confident are actually inferior at heart. You never know what they've been through.

I feel like a confident person, but at some point, I feel like nothing. Those so-called achievements, like dirt, are no longer the capital I talked about in Kan Kan, and I seem to have nothing to be proud of.

When the certificate is in your hand, a moment of pride is only at that moment. When I fill in something about winning the prize, I feel that I can't get any. They seem to be something I am ashamed of, not worth mentioning. I really don't want to fill it out, but I have nothing but these things I despise.

I never feel good, as always. No matter what I get, it can't be the cornerstone of my confidence. I look down on them too much. How complacent and pathetic I am. I want more than that. What I want, what can be my pride.

Self-abased and confident people are me, my two extremes. Is the pride in the bones destroyed a little, or is the inferiority in the bones exposed a little? What makes me so?

From small to large, no matter what age stage, I have suffered certain blows, and such blows will always accompany me to grow up and linger. He was ridiculed as a "nigger" since he was a child. I used to disagree, but I can clearly remember that the teacher said something to a girl who was in adolescence that hurt my self-esteem. I can still remember it. It is such a teacher that makes me have a fatal view of English. I can't say it's all her fault, but she has an unshirkable responsibility. It's sad to meet such a teacher.

At my "happiest" age, it was a wonderful memory because of one or two people's different eyes and sarcastic words. In the end, only their disgusting faces were left. It is no exaggeration to say that I really hate them. One look and one sentence make me sick. Who are they to look down on people? His pride makes me sick, and their lack of opinions makes me chilling. I don't remember what they said or did, but I can vaguely remember the pictures and eyes at that time. At the time of the highest self-esteem, tears swirled in the eyes, whether intentionally or unintentionally. I don't know if his disdainful tone is discrimination against girls or just aimed at me. However, in this way, let a girl argue constantly in her inferiority complex.

When I was really sensible, I thought I could get rid of the past and rebuild my confident self. But unexpectedly, on the road of self-confidence, I met more than one stumbling block that accompanied me for three years. It was here that I really realized that I was imperfect, unattractive, unable to sing, and it was a long story in Mandarin. Here I won the first prize in my life, and I won the first prize for the first time in my life. There are too many firsts, all of which were realized here. I thought my glory could cover up the rest of my imperfections. But I found that those shortcomings are always more memorable than the advantages.

The word "nigger", the output of a joke, hit my most vulnerable heart directly, and made fun of it intentionally or unintentionally, making me doubt whether the goodness around me exists. Those who look just and excellent always speak ill of you and don't deny their goodness, but they always push me to hell easily. I can still remember the help they gave me, and I can also remember the moment when they ignored my self-esteem, which was more impressive than giving. Sure enough, people only remember the bad things of others. To be honest, I thank them, but I don't want to see them again. I am afraid that they will trample on my self-esteem unintentionally in some way. I can't imagine.

Later, I could only heal myself slowly. People laugh at you because you are jealous. If you are ugly, people will not accuse you of being black or even notice you. I'm obviously not the only one who is black. Or I have never expressed my dissatisfaction, so in their eyes, I don't care about such jokes, but I really care.

I used to sing with confidence. Since I realized that I was tone-deaf and laughed at by others, I have stopped doing this. Until one day, I sang my favorite song in front of many people for the election. That time, I almost cried because I was afraid and thought of someone. This is my black history. Did Fish Leong give me courage? If I do it again, I will never have the courage.

I have said many times that the nonstandard Mandarin always makes me feel inferior and really annoying. Because of it, I dare not take part in many activities, especially the speech contest. However, my first prize in college was won through a speech. I don't like wheat, and I dare not raise my hand to speak in online class, so opportunities are always given to those who are confident and dare to fight. I can only be transparent, unwilling but powerless.

I used to give myself a comfort. Chaopu is cute sometimes, because some people say it still exists. It's just that I can't convince myself completely yet, because I really realize the real existence of this problem, even though I'm trying to make myself dare to speak.

As a small reporter, besides interviewing, I also write articles. Writing a manuscript is nothing, mainly an interview. Every time I ask questions in an interview, I can feel my confidence, but only at the moment of asking questions. Because I listen to poor Mandarin, I'm worried that others won't understand my questions, so I'm always careful and always whisper, at least this will make me feel at ease. I'm afraid of interviews and like them. To tell you the truth, I really think it's interesting to be a small reporter.

It is really strange to say that self-confidence is true and inferiority is true. However, it is meaningless to entangle this problem. Regardless of self-confidence or inferiority, we always cycle endlessly between the two.

Many times, the factors that make me feel inferior often make me confident, always inadvertently. What makes me confident suddenly makes me feel inferior. I stared at them for a long time, but I couldn't find the snicker I just got from them.

When, inferiority no longer occupies the pride in the bones.