Confidence

Melissa always tells me I’m the most confident woman she has ever encountered. 

I constantly want to disagree with her because she knows more people that I can count and well—surely there has to be some other female out there who is equally, if not more confident.

There must be… but I guess it’s a subjective take on the matter.

Her perspective used to make me uncomfortable. Does that mean I’m too arrogant for my own good? Does that mean I’m extremely egotistical? 

Not gonna lie… Yes. Sometimes.

But arrogance and ego aren’t contributors to confidence, unfortunately for me they are the product of having too much sometimes. True confidence is about owning who you are. It’s about being secure with yourself and your abilities in general. That doesn’t mean I think I’m the baddest bitch around. I sure as hell am not. That doesn’t mean I’m not disliked, I’m probably annoying as fuck to some. I just know who I am. I like who I am.  

“Confidence is not ‘They will like me.’ Confidence is ‘I’ll be fine if they don’t.’”

I don’t apologize for my opinions. I’m not over here trying to figure out if your grass is greener than mine, it’s not. I don’t need to agonize over why certain relationships die, they just do, because of neglect. You don’t have to like me, sometimes you just have to work with me—and vice versa.

At this point in my life you’re either fucking with me, or not, and if you're not... I have zero desire to figure out why. We're too grown for that. Time is the most expensive thing in the world, I use mine accordingly.

I’d fuck with me heavy though. Just sayin. 

There goes that confidence again. ;-)