Pride, Control and the Desire for a Refined Confidence
by Andrea @Beautiful Craziness
I use to have confidence.
Confidence in which I could walk into a room, lift my head and be proud of who I was. Confidence in the things I did. I was good at school. I had my life planned out at an early age. I knew what I wanted and I knew what I needed to do to get it.Confidence: “a feeling or consciousness of one’s powers or of reliance on one’s circumstances” (Merriam-Webster).
Through the years the confidence has waned. That girl who was self-reliant and so sure of herself has flittered away some (and I believe she took her waist size with her!)
Maybe it never really was confidence. Maybe it was pride.read more