Confidence, where you at?

Self confidence.

Think about it. How's your self confidence today? Is it alive and bouncing? Is it Big Foot? Aka, there's been reported sighting but you're pretty certain it's a magical creature that only exists in fairy tales and in the minds of the slightly deranged? Or has it just completely divorced you altogether? Maybe it died a while ago, along with your size 0 waist and your sex life?

Whatever the case may be, I'm here to tell you that you're wrong on all accounts. It exists, it’s there. You just can't see it because your mind is too crowded by doubts.

Here I was today, standing in line at the Boost Juice stand, having a good look at the people passing by. Big girls, skinny guys, short guys, girls with acne, girls with cankles and guys with man boobs and perfect girls and sexy guys and girls with the faces of angels and guys with muscles like King Kong. Every type of person you could imagine, they were there.

And it got me thinking, what is the definition of normal? Or beautiful even? If every single person on this planet is completely different, completely their own person, how can we possibly put a label on what is attractive and what isn't?

We have all these rules and guidelines in our society that dictates to us what is and isn’t beautiful. Rules I can’t understand when I look around at all these people and see that every single one of them has an attribute that is attractive. Every single day we all strive to force ourselves into this tiny little box that we’ve all been coerced into thinking is ‘The Beauty’, that there can be no other way. That if we aren’t skinny, if we don’t have perfect skin, if we don’t have a six pack, we’re not beautiful.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, is it not? And if people are constantly trying to appeal to the eyes of “society” rather than themselves, what have they actually achieved except a fabricated image of themselves that does not represent who they are? In all honesty if I meet a fit, tanned, blond bitch with big tits and a tiny waste and skin like a baby’s bottom…she’s still a bitch.

Sometimes I wish I could just turn people inside out. That way, those with the gorgeous hearts, the intellectual minds, the passionate thoughts and the strong conscience, would have their beauty displayed on the outside. The slutty bitches would actually look like slutty bitches. The arseholes would actually look like arseholes. Heart break in the world would reduce by 50% simply because all the 'playas' out there would look like shriveled mushrooms. 

An attractive quality, possibly the most attractive quality, is confidence. And guess what? It doesn't have anything to do with physical appearance.   

People will always be drawn to confidence. Emotions are contagious. A happy person will always have a very strong affect on those around them. And, taking all of the above into account, why is it that confidence is so unobtainable? There is no one else like you in the entire world. Who could you possibly compare yourself to? Why does this corrupted image of beauty, presented by society, have to have an impact on the person you are? 

Don’t hide yourself behind a wall of self-doubt, self-consciousness and self-hatred. Don’t pretend to be someone you’re not, don’t lie, don’t fabricate an external image to better suit society’s rules. There is no one else like you in the entire world. Be proud of it. Those with the confidence to be happy, to love themselves and to be exactly who they are, are much more attractive than any blonde bimbo or muscled guy in a tight shirt.