Insecurities. The fear of not being accepted. I relate to this very much having to deal with autoimmune issues. God’s word says there is no fear in love… and how true it is, yet still there is an internal battle of, “Who could love me?” I had one such disease that had me bed ridden for a week before God healed it completely. It made me feel unlovable, but that is behind me. Except… there is more that needs healing. I only wish to be presentable.
So yes, insecurities unnecessarily complicate life. I recently found out my father underwent surgery on his chest in his twenties because while in the Air Force the airmen would make fun of him and it got to him. This broke my heart. He was already married to my mother, already had the girl and yet these bullies thought it was funny to tear him down and make him self conscious. They did so to the degree that he got surgery to change his appearance. His body didn’t bother my mother at all. She loved (and still loves) him.
I suppose then that not only do insecurities complicate life unnecessarily but also too cruelty.