22. April 2014
I’m a pretty confident girl and I think I’m pretty good at making other people feel confident too.
Confidence to me is accepting who you are. I’m glad I didn’t grow up with a better life, I’m glad I made mistakes because if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have grown in the way I have and I wouldn’t be me. I’d be different and I don’t want that. Even if big changes made me better, I still love myself enough to adore my life and being who I am.
I feel the same way about my body. Yeah I might be a few inches too tall, or have a bump in my nose, or have hair that’s a little plain. But I’m glad it’s that way, because my body is another part of who I am and I love it for what it is, it doesn’t need to be the most beautiful body in the world, it’s good enough just because it’s mine.
I love myself in the same way I love other people. I love my boyfriend for his imperfections as much as his good-lookingness. His insecurities are endearing. I like models that look different to the conventional way that models are supposed to look. I’m glad I can judge myself with the same eyes that I judge others.
I think being comfortable in myself makes me care less what other people are doing with their bodies or lives. I don’t judge, just accept. When I was uncomfortable with myself I was also a very judgmental, hateful and jealous person.