As I talked about in my Halloween costume post, last week I dressed up for Decades Day for my school’s homecoming celebration. I felt ecstatic when the email about the themed days was released—I immediately put aside all my homework and planned my outfits instead. I considered, briefly, that most other students wouldn’t even know about the dress up days because (shocker) they don’t check their emails. Sure enough, I was right. I thought my extravagant 80s attire would be enough of a clue that something was going on—I didn’t just dress like that for no reason. But as I marched into each of my classes and received judgmental stares…I started to feel apprehensive about my costume. But why? Why would I care what other people think? Continue reading “My Name’s BlurryFace and I *Don’t* Care What You Think”
Did you ever see the 2007 princess movie Enchanted? You know, the one with Amy Adams and Patrick Dempsey that combines (and pokes fun at) all the major fairy tales? If not, bear with me for a moment as I describe one of the scenes. Nathaniel, played by Timothy Spall aka Wormtail, watches a dramatic and horribly cheesy soap opera in which the angsty woman asks the man, “How can I love a man who doesn’t even like himself?” Is it weird that I remember this scene so vividly? Probably, but I swear I have a point to make. Continue reading “Maybe She’s Born With It, Maybe It’s Confidence”
There my dad stood patiently, at the top of the lush, grassy knoll of our backyard in Washington state, holding it—the beast I feared so greatly: a pink, sparkly bicycle with flowers on the wheels and tassels flowing off the handlebars. Training wheels were nowhere to be seen… Fast forward ten minutes (a lot of angst and fear later) and I felt the exhilarating, flying feeling of riding a bike for the first time. The grin on my face stretched from ear to ear.
I’d like to think that confidence isn’t that different from riding a bike, that it can be learned. There might be fear leading up to it and perhaps even an unwillingness to try, but ultimately you can train yourself to love who you are through practice and patience. Imagine how much wider your grin would be if you could experience that for the first time. Yes, I’d like to think that confidence can be learned, but I haven’t proved it for myself. Yet. Continue reading “Hating Yourself Isn’t Fashionable”