Confession: I Rarely Feel Confident....Things I Try to Remember
Let’s get real for a second. Confidence isn’t about looking perfect, smiling all the time, or saying the right damn thing. It’s messy. It’s uncomfortable. And—news flash—it often means embracing the parts of yourself you’d rather keep hidden. Confidence isn’t a tidy little package wrapped in bows. It’s raw, unfiltered, and—let’s face it—sometimes it just fucking sucks.
But here’s the deal: real confidence isn’t about being flawless—it’s about owning every damn thing about yourself, even the bits that make you cringe.
Confidence Means Screwing Up—and Not Giving a Shit
How many times have you stopped yourself because you were too scared to fail or worries about what people are gonna say? Too worried to say what you really think? Too scared to wear something, do something, or be something because someone, somewhere, might have an opinion? Well, fuck that.
Confidence means trying shit even when you know you could mess it up. It means admitting you don’t have all the answers. It means looking stupid, failing miserably, and still standing tall with your middle finger raised high. Why? Because failing is just another step on the path to knowing yourself better—and knowing yourself is the ultimate definition of badass.
Embrace Your Flaws—They’re Not Weaknesses, They’re Strengths
Society loves to sell us this idea that confidence means perfection: flawless skin, perfect careers, happy relationships. But let’s get real: nobody’s perfect. Not you. Not me. Not anyone. And thank fuck for that.
Your flaws aren’t weaknesses—they’re your strength. Every scar, every screw-up, every awkward moment—it all adds up to who you really are. Those imperfections? They’re proof that you’ve lived, fought battles, and come out the other side—not always graceful, but always real.
If you can look in the mirror and say, “Yeah, I’m a mess—and I’m still awesome,” you’ve won. Confidence is about owning your mess, laughing at the chaos, and moving forward with your head held high.
Stop Apologizing for Being Real
Too often, we find ourselves apologizing for being ourselves. Sorry for being too much. Sorry for not being enough. Sorry for speaking up. Sorry for taking up space.
Stop it.
You don’t owe anyone an apology for taking up space, for being loud, for being quiet, or for being exactly who you are. Confidence is about taking up that damn space unapologetically. It’s about saying what you mean—even if it ruffles some feathers. Especially if it ruffles some feathers.
If someone doesn’t like your truth, that’s their problem, not yours. Your job is to be honest, to be real, and to own every imperfect part of your journey.
There’s no final stop on the road to confidence. It’s not a goal you achieve; it’s a daily choice. Some days, you’ll nail it. Some days, you’ll fall flat on your face. And both are fine.
Confidence is about showing up for yourself, every single day, even when it feels like the world is out to get you. It’s about committing to your own damn self first and foremost. Because at the end of the day, you’ve got to be your own biggest fan—not anyone else’s.
The Bottom Line
Confidence isn’t about perfect smiles, polished Instagram posts, or filtered images. It’s about being raw. Being real. Being honest. And, yes, sometimes it means failing spectacularly and still laughing about it. It means saying, “Yeah, I’m messy, I’m flawed, and I’m still fucking awesome.”
So stop waiting for perfection. Start embracing the chaos. Own your flaws. Raise your middle finger to doubt. And know this: real confidence isn’t about looking good—it’s about feeling good in your own skin, no matter how messy, imperfect, or downright unruly that skin might be.