LIFE

  So there's something I'll like to share with y'all today. A short story of a sort. Hope you enjoy it. THE BEAUTY OF SELF CONFIDENCE         " I watched Margaret strut around with her mismatched outfit and quite colorful shoes. I call her Margaret because I am not quite sure of her name. Yes. We are not friends. But at this point, I wish that we were. So I could tell her that the shirt and trousers that clung helplessly to her body did not go together. Neither did the very bright purple tint on her hair blend with anything she was wearing. Her bag was torn in the strangest of places and quite frankly, it wasnt supposed to be seen, much less carried outside. Her lipstick was a tad bit too much and her eyebrows reminded me of the wings of an injured bird. But still, she pranced around like she owned the place. No embarrassment whatsoever. Like she was oblivious to the stares she was attracting. She practically owned the room. I say this because every eye was glued to

   So I've been arguing this over with someone. Is it right to gloat over yourself or you're supposed to tone it down? It's not exactly like that but, well it's like this;   If someone asks you if you're a good person, what would be your reply?    I would say yes, straight away with much conviction. But then my friend says( he's male, btw) that it's wrong to say that and I'm supposed to say "I try to be". I strongly disagree, however, because I take it as a confidence or a self-esteem boost to say and tell yourself nice things.    I believe in stuff like "Every morning look yourself in the mirror and tell yourself; I look gorgeous, I look beautiful", "Embrace yourself and don't let anyone influence how you feel about yourself", "Love yourself and don't let anyone tell you otherwise". And other positive things you need to tell yourself cause it works. At least, it worked for me. You could start this once

   *alarm rings* "Ugh, it's morning again. Another long, tiring day as usual". Amber gets up, showers, dresses up and goes to school. As usual, meets up with her friends at the door. And as they're talking, she gets this weird feeling, like somethings wrong but she can't quite put her finger on it. At the end of the school day, she meets up with her friends and, once again the weird feeling re-appears and she leaves. On her way home alone, as she's really trying to find out what's wrong, she bumps into her cousin. "Lacy!!! Hey, what's good". "I'm about to tell you something and I would really like your opinion on this". "Sure, Amber. Spill it". "So lately whenever I'm around my friends I've started getting this weird vibe, it's not like anyone of them offended me and we didn't have any arguments; but anytime I'm around them, I feel disconnected. So it's like I'm there but I'm not

    So this is my first post, all of y'all lucky enough to stumble upon this blog. This actually isn't my first blog, I had to take down the fist one because of some issues. But I hope I won't have to take this one down. I would rarely put videos or pictures here but if it's necessary, I'll totally post. I wasn't active with my first blog, but I can say I'm 80 percent sure I would post on this one regularly. I'll mostly type, as this is like a personal diary everyone can read but which concerns stuff most of us can relate to. This is mostly about my journey into SELF DISCOVERY, as this particular adult has been hammering about in my life. At first I wasn't quite interested, but then it got me thinking, 'How many of us have actually discovered ourselves? How many actually know why we act the way we do? How many of us know the reasons behind our actions?    I know a lot of people that have not discovered themselves, but who am I to judge? After al