What do yous think of the start of this personal essay?

I have loved art every since I dunked my hands in paint and splatter them all onto the sheet of paper. I have always had very low confidence in myself but I always had art as my talent to fall back on. I remember in Primary school when I was maybe around ten I started being able to draw "The Simpson's" characters off by heart. Everyone in my cl was so impressed and gathered around watching me draw. This brought a hint of confidence in me as I was never that popular in Primary. I even one day when we had a full day to do what we wanted, drew some self portraits for everyone in my cl in Simpson's form and everyone was fascinated by them; saying they were great. This made me so happy that I was pleasing everyone and getting compliments from the thing I enjoyed to do most. The day after that it went back to me getting called "spotty" as I was the only one in the cl who had spots which covered my forehead in red. Wonder why I have no confidence.