[et_pb_section fb_built="1" _builder_version="3.13.1" custom_padding="0|0px|0|0px|false|false"][et_pb_row custom_padding="27px|0px|0|0px|false|false" _builder_version="3.13.1"][et_pb_column type="4_4" _builder_version="3.0.47" parallax="off" parallax_method="on"][et_pb_post_title featured_placement="above" _builder_version="3.13.1" title_font="Lato|700|||||||" title_text_align="left" title_text_color="#171717" title_font_size="30px" meta_font="Lato||||||||"][/et_pb_post_title][/et_pb_column][/et_pb_row][et_pb_row custom_padding="27px|0px|80px|0px|false|false" custom_margin="50px|||" _builder_version="3.13.1"][et_pb_column type="3_4" _builder_version="3.0.47" parallax="off" parallax_method="on"][et_pb_text _builder_version="3.13.1"]So many times I hear people say I'm full of myself. And to be fully honest, it's true. I am, I am full of self. Sometimes self acceptance. Sometimes self doubt. I have deep moments of self realization, and profound experiences of self love. In moments of winter, there is self hatred, In moments of despair, self denial. When I'm enthusiastic lots of self esteem, When I'm scared -- self defense. I had moments of self...