My brother thinks he is losing his hair. He’s in his early 20s and it’s freaking him out. I don’t think he’s really losing that much, but one hair is too much. He thinks its because he stresses out to much. So today I recommitted myself to a stress-free life. I like my hair and want to keep it. But it’s more than that.

The Bible says that worrying is useless because it ruins today, and it doesn’t change anything. It never adds a day to your life. So worrying does absolutely no good. Even if I do go bald, that’s no big deal. When I think about kids with cancer, they are bald and they could also die. I could be bald and live.

I’ve thought a lot about my image this since I’ve been on The Real World. In high school, I learned to be confident with myself and accept who I am. But I went on a huge show on MTV, there are millions of people who pick me a part. Most people grow up and out of that drama, but I’ve been smothered by it for the last four years. Again, I learn to be confident with myself and accept who I am.

But it was hard to go on the Road Rules Challenge and be compared to the other cast members. The show forced us to be very critical of each other so we could decide who deserved getting voted off. So everyday, my physical strength, personality, leadership, and charm was being measured against a dozen very impressive people. We all woke up each morning wondering, “Am I valuable to these people? What am I worth to them?” It’s not fun.

You can spend your whole life trying to change who you are. People spend billions of dollars each year trying to feel better about themselves. It seems like we can never get enough. There’s always someone we can compare ourselves to, someone who’s better at something. At what point are we happy? It’s not enough to be talented, funny, good looking, and successful. You wonder why you can’t be smart and charming too.

People always admire someone with a good self-esteem. Young people need to know that everyone can have a good self-esteem, not just people with pretty body parts. So through it all, I just have to be thankful for how God made me. He didn’t make any mistake when he made me. (Or you.)