Dear Society,
Yes, I'm confident. No, I'm not cocky. You've got me confused, dear. I will not apologize for my brutally honest personality. I am confident because I don't have any other choice not to be. I walk with sass, speak my mind, and never back down from a challenge. I will not fall into the role of a submissive and passive female. I take action and authority. My question to you is, if I assume authority, why do I get called different names? And If I were a man, it would be different. I've been called aggressive, rude, blunt, and a b****. Oh, don't forget cocky.
Independent—do you know what that means?
No, I will not slouch when I walk into a room. My posture is on point. There's a lot of things in life I want but do not need. A man, approval of others, and drama are all things I do not need in my life. For the record, everyone needs companionship but I do not need a man. I am just as confident with or without him.
When it comes to my personal style, I enjoy breaking the rules. Don't get me wrong I enjoy the classic LBD, pearls, sundresses, and heels. But if I'm being completely honest, I feel most comfortable in sweatpants and a T-shirt. Why? Well
1. Who doesn't love cotton?
2. Deep down I know it doesn't matter what I wear, it's whats on the inside that truly matters.
I wasn't naturally always this confident but I am now, so deal with it. Where does my confidence come from? You could say family, quotes, makeup, or other total BS. My confidence stems from what you (society) tell me I'm not. Despite what goes into the magazines, I know I am Sasha fierce. Regardless of if I choose to wear makeup that day or not, I still know I'm a complete 10. If the face is beat, awesome. If not, I still woke up looking fabulous. You can call me cocky all you want but I beg to differ. I am confident. I am self-assured. If I don't have assurance in myself, than who will? I am strong. I am smart. I am beautiful. I am more than what you say—I am confident.
Sincerely,
Miss Understood
