Day 1: Something I hate about myself

Ugh. I really don't like the word, hate. It's just such a strong word, but nonetheless, here goes nothing.

I hate:

....that I am so sensitive. I'm a baby sometimes, ok a lot. I blame it on my big heart. I care about others and what they think (even though I know I shouldn't). Criticism can be difficult for me sometimes.
.....I take things too personally. I wish I could let things roll off my back more often. I just become too invested in things and people to not care.
....I am terrified of heights. I despise driving over bridges, climbing trees (even though I did some rock climbing at Red Rock Canyon with my brothers in Vegas...CRAZY!).
...I am sometimes claustrophobic. Small elevators and crawl spaces are not for me.
...I didn't try harder in high school and college. Now, I never settle for average. I bust my rear for A's in grad school now.
...love too hard too quickly. This is good and bad, depending. I've been really hurt in the past with opening myself up and falling in love.
....my widow's peek....sometimes. I have grown to embrace it. I don't hide it under short bangs anymore.
.....my hair color. Naturally, it is a dishwater ash blonde with red undertones (thank you Dad). This is why I highlight/lowlight my hair.

Of course, I have learned to accept and embrace all of these qualities of myself. Some things I know I need to work on.