Be BONA • FIDE: Confessions
I’m joining efforts with the beautiful ladies at BE B O N A • F I D E, to express real-life confessions. Nicole & Laura, like the rest of us, have compared themselves to the “perfect” social media world. After reuniting and opening up about struggles they were both dealing with they realized that there was a greater need for a community that shows a real and relatable side of life. Not the picture-perfect lives that are often portrayed on Instagram and other forms of social media.
"That is not real life; having struggles is real life. Those struggles have molded us into the people we are today."
I’m my own worst enemy.
I’m the first to doubt or critique/over analyze every single action I make. From the way I interact/meet someone for the first time to the tone of voice I use when saying goodbye on the phone. Did I come across friendly? Do they consider me to be a nice person? It’s a constant battleground in my head; second-guessing everything I do to. I believe this stems from the preconceived idea that we think everyone needs to “like” us in order to thrive in this senseless world. But even more so, I think this way of (irrational) thinking comes from the fact that I’ve been told I appear unapproachable &/or intimidating like 126,869,443 times**. Which is kind of funny to me? Because once you actually MEET me, I’m the seriously the goofiest person you could ever meet (just ask my friends ;)). To think that someone (that doesn’t even know me, yet) has already formed the opinion that I’m unfriendly or standoffish makes me crave acceptance even more. I’ve been working on this whole “try not to care so much” attitude; it’s a slow work in progress. I actually have come a long ways since my late high school years; I guess that just comes with maturity.
**For those that have not met me in person, I apparently, suffer from CBF (Chronic/Resting Bitch Face). Unless, I’m constantly smiling from ear to ear I apparently look like I’m 1) planning a mass murder or 2) a…“bitch”. If I had a dollar for every time someone said, "I thought you were a bitch before I met you"…
Food for thought: Why are we, as women, so complacent with seeking approval from society? Why do we often favor self-deprecation over self-assertion?
Do you have a bona fide confession?