By being comfortable with myself, I suppose I actually mean in myself. As in, in my own skin. Being okay with what I see in the mirror. Not rolling my eyes, pinching my stomach, or grimacing. Being able to stand in front of a mirror, look myself in the eye, and smile.
I realized I needed to write this post about a week ago…when I didn’t want to be in any of the vacation pictures. When I actually was in some of the vacation photos that I refused to post on Facebook. When the one picture I did post of myself was accompanied by a description that pointed out my flaws…you know, so you knew that I already knew.
Why, yes, I am one of those women. One who understands that:
- Sorry isn’t always enough.
- All actions have consequences. Some are smaller than others, some are more enjoyable than others, some are more immediate than others. But they are always there.
- Love means nothing without respect and honesty. Neither does friendship.
- Respect is earned not only by the way you treat others, but by the way you treat yourself.
- There is a difference between constructive criticism and insults. The former shouldn’t be apologized for and the latter shouldn’t be tolerated.
- It’s okay to stand up for ourselves.
- It’s okay to disagree. It’s okay to be angry. It’s never okay to be mean.
- When you really care about someone, you do what is best for them, even if they hate you for it. If this includes helping them see their own destructive behaviors, it may ruin the relationship. That doesn’t make staying quiet okay. It makes it selfish.
- Don’t take credit for things you didn’t do. Don’t make excuses for things you did do.
Obviously, this picture is intended to be humorous. And it is humorous. But it also made me wonder how many of us “shy” people are actually holding back our awesomeness? Not because we don’t want to intimidate others (as suggested in the funny quote…and what makes it funny), but because we are intimidated.
I do this a lot. I’m not saying I have a ton of awesomeness bottled up inside, but I know that I have some. We all do. Okay, we all have lots. Including me.
But somehow, we let life (and the people in it) intimidate us into hiding it.
There are two questions that I get asked almost everyday.
1) That’s your real name?!
2) HOW do you do it?!
The first question I’ve gotten used to. And it only requires me to say, “yes,” so I’m pretty okay with that one. But the second…
If you follow the blog, you know that I don’t do a lot of personal posts. I tend to do things my own way and while I’m always up for suggestions and constructive criticism, I don’t like wasting my time with negativity (especially when it doesn’t make sense). I am a genuinely friendly and happy person, but I also call it how I see it. And sometimes, people have a hard time understanding how those two qualities work together. I used to try to weed through the nonsense. I used to try to explain myself. I used to try to help others see why their logic was a little skewed. But then one day, with the help of a whole slew of trolls, I realized that some people are just intent not only on being mean, but on blaming the people they are hurting for their meanness. And I decided to stop being their punching bag.