Recently, I asked Bru and Babs, “Hindi ba halatang insecure ako?” to which they replied with a resounding an unanimous no.
I guess it should be flattering that they think I have confidence in myself, but the truth is, I am chock-full of insecurities. When I’m looking at a mirror, my thoughts go like this: My nose, pores, and mouth are too big. My right eye is smaller than my left. My cheeks look swollen. I’m so fat. I HATE MY HAIR (although not so much lately, because I had it rebonded)!
Me, confident? Confident my fat ass.
The thing is, even though I don’t exactly have the highest self-esteem, I manage to think positively about myself. On days when I feel lower than low, I try as hard as I can to find things I like about me, and focus on those instead of comparing myself to every single person I know.
Confidence is 10% hard work and 90% delusion.
Fake it ’til you make it, that’s what I say, and you’ll realize just how fantastic you really are.