Being content with yourself, why is it so hard?

So the past few weeks, i've gone through alot. with my insecurites, and scaredness, i've awoken. i relize that i need to be happy with what and who i am, because i'm going to have to live with myself for the rest of my life, there's no way out of myself, i'm me, i'm not going to change it anymore. i've grown up a lot, i'm seeing what i was blinded from before, i thought i was ruined a few weeks ago, i thought i was alone, i was cut open and left for dead, at least it felt like that, but there was something that kept me trying so damn hard. like the light at the end of a tunnel. I can see now that what i did was dumb, immature, but it was me, it was a part of me i knew existed but i didn't want anyone to see, i kept that side in the dark, but now i'm letting it out to co-exist with my wall i've put up about who i am. the war is over with myself, peace is made, i'm going to stop being insecure, i'm going to be me.

So here's the question for all of you:

Are you honestly showing everyone your true self, or are you putting up a front that is truely not you?