About two weeks ago, I wore a dress to school for the first time.
For a lot of high schoolers, this might be completely normal; but you see, I hate dresses.
Or at least I used to.
When I was younger, I prided myself on being a “tomboy” more than anything. A couple of friends and I swore off makeup, dresses, and the color pink. In our third-grader minds, those things were too “girly” and “uncool” for us.
From way back then all the way through eighth grade, most of those things stuck with me. I would complain to everyone humanly possible about dresses and skirts, letting them all know that I was not happy about having to wear something fancy for graduation. I’m pretty sure it’s safe to say that everyone around me came to the same conclusion- I am not a “girly girl”, nor will I ever be.
But then, about two weeks ago, I decided I wanted a change.
Hola, citizens of the interwebs.
It’s been kind of a ridiculous week. But the good kind of ridiculous.
In my science class we’re doing this big super-important biotech unit thing, and being the nerd I am, this is pretty much how I’ve been the entire time:
I realized today that I used to be a very unconfident person.
To be completely honest, I still am quite self-conscious in the face of other people, especially when I want to make a good first impression on someone. A lot of the times I’ll end up subconsciously putting myself down because I don’t want to seem like I’m conceited, and I’ve come to see that somehow doing that is just as bad as being narcissistic.
It scares me a little bit that being positive about yourself can be considered negative.