I used to think that positive people were born that way. Those people were the blessed few who knew how not only to be positive towards others but themselves. They had the elusive self-confidence that seemed to evade the rest of the world. They were the chosen ones, while I was left lacking. I’ve never been a positive person, but I found myself almost clinging to positive people hoping they would rub off on me. It was even worse after I had children. I would say the most horrible things to myself, destroying any hope of ever loving myself….