Today I saw the boots I wore last night and briefly didn't recognize them. Or, more precisely, didn't recognize myself as the kind of woman who would wear them. I used to see women who shone with the beauty of self confidence. I never thought I could achieve poise.
I was always shy and quiet. A terrible relationship caused me to lose sight of my own value. I emerged from that stronger and more confident that ever which is just amazing. I gained the courage to cut my hair very short--something I'd wanted to do since my teens but was too scared to carry out.
I know that I have stopped fearing what others think, trust my own opinions, and truly love myself. It took twenty years but I got there! I work each day to keep this confidence in myself, especially as a disabled woman.
Do any readers have similar stories of their own? I'd love to hear...