In all honesty, if this were about 6 months ago, I probably would've said I'm insecure about every single thing about me. My face, my body, my laugh..etc. I hated myself because of the way I look. All because someone who I cared about a lot told me no one will ever love me because of the way I look, and I believed it. 
A few months ago, I realised that it doesn't matter what others think about me, the only thing that matters is how I feel about myself. If I like who I am, then fuck what everyone else thinks. I have flaws, I'm aware, but who doesn't? we're all human. Nobody's perfect, I just learned to embrace my flaws. Every flaw of mine makes me, well... me. I can't possibly hate something that makes me unique, whether it's my skin color or my body or even my smile. We're all beautiful, and ironically,our imperfections make us perfect.
I'm not insecure anymore.