Do you ever talk yourself out of something? Things like that sequin dress that you bought on ASOS for a steal, only to send to the charity shop with the tags still attached years later or going to an event where you know nobody because you’re afraid of being the one stood in a corner like a lemon? Me too, but recently I’ve discovered my brave-pants and guys, they’re amazing…
So now you’re expecting me to tell you all about these pants that are going to transform your life right?
Wrong, brave-pants are a state of mind not an item of clothing and it has taken me 33 long, hard years to find mine so I don’t expect you to find yours over night.
In the run up to my recent London trip, I talked myself out of attending the Carly Rowena x Lorna Jane event at the St. Martin’s Lane Hotel several times. But when the plans I had made fell through I decided to drop Carly a message to see if there were any spaces available still.
Maybe its because I didn’t give myself to think about it (I messaged Carly less than two hours before the event was due to start) but I literally got my shit together and headed across the City to Covent Garden, Starbucks in hand, to work out with her and a whole bunch of fit babes and have a massive chinwag too.
Whenever I mention to people that I struggle so much with my self-confidence they often find it hard to believe, often because they have met me in situations where my confidence tends to be quite high (within the bubble that is my day job for instance). But self-confidence can (and does) affects us all and even those girls who come across as uber confident online have some something that scares the hell out of them.
II always thought that confidence was something that we naturally gained as we grew older, but I couldn’t have been more wrong and if I’m honest I think I actual lost confidence instead. I’ve always been scared to speak to people in case I say the wrong thing or they can’t understand me, I’ve always worried about what I look like when I wear something a little bit different for me and I always worry whether or not I’m doing the right thing when working out.
Am I squatting right, am I lifting enough weight, am I doing enough…
I honestly feel as though I have turned a corner lately, I did something that I really wanted to, I didn’t make a fool of myself and best of all I got to meet someone who has helped and inspired me for the last few years.
Who helped me to find my brave-pants.
At the end of the day, life is short, too short to worry about what other people think, to worry about whether or not we’re going to make a fool of ourselves or if we’re going to enjoy ourselves. Something that Carly mentioned in one of her recent blog posts was that “we spend so much of our time waiting to like ourselves” and that is so true, it is something that I am working on improving and I feel like I have taken the first steps.
I want to like myself everyday, I want to like how I look, I want to be impressed with the things I have achieved (even if it is just putting a load of washing on instead of turning into a sofa bear) and to smile when I look at myself in the mirror.
Now that I have found my brave-pants, I’m never letting them go and the only way is up.
When was the last time you put on your brave-pants?
Let me know below and I’ll catch up with you again soon, until then though x
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