I will be the first to admit, I have high confidence. Not that I’m conceited. I am well aware that there are millions of smarter, prettier, funnier, better dressed, more widely accepted people out there. I just happen to not be self conscious. I have my supportive parents to thank for that. Not many things in life embarrass me. I could care less if my family is too loud in public, or if my hair is sticking up. So not a big deal to me. Half the time, I am the one to embarrass myself. Lately, I feel like my situations have been getting flat out humiliating though . Like, the wanna-crawl-under-rock-and-die type of moments.
ESPECIALLY what happened to me today. Not to be a bad blogger or anything, but it is too horrible for me to repeat. I barely survived it the first time, I definitely cannot relive it. So, forgive me. The thing is, you grow from situations like that. The awkward years define and create, they won’t destroy you. With each red-faced moment, you gain that much more confidence. I truly believe that what doesn’t kill you will make you stronger. The best thing to do when you feel like putting a paper bag over your head is to be embarrassed for 10 seconds, freak out for 1 minute, replay the mishapp a few times, brush yourself off, get up, and move on. Learn from yourself. Remember what happened and laugh about it for years. Then go ditch school and go tell all your friends about it. JUST kidding about the last part.
Let’s face it, whoever said high school will be the best time of your life was high on some serious bat shit. In high school, your one step away from becoming a failure. Every move you make matters, and your typically pissed off all the time. No body sees life the way you do. Embrace that. Love that you are you, and never want to change it. What has kept me grounded and made me stick to my morals was the thought of me as a little girl. It sounds insane but I’m so serious. When making decisions, I think to myself, “what would the seven year old version have thought about this?” If more people thought that way, the world would probably be a lot nicer of a place. SO, hate where you come from, and resent your family, tha’s normal. But at the end of the day, take those feelings back. Remember how secure your family makes you feel and don’t forget that home will always be home. Love the moments, and keep on keepin’ on.
