Showing posts with label Self-Esteem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Self-Esteem. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 12, 2017
Be Nice!!!
You know how sometimes, we girls (and boys, too, but especially girls) say mean things to ourselves in the mirror. Well, be nice! Be nice to yourself! Our bodies are strong and useful and amazing. We need to say nice, kind things to ourselves. We are enough!
Friday, February 10, 2017
Friday Favorites - Positive Affirmation
Listen, Friends. Positive self-talk is hard. For me, it's near impossible. It's hard to begin telling myself that I am enough, or that I'm doing okay, or that I am strong when what I hear on the outside is different... or when my perception of other peoples' thoughts is different. Miss Sarah sent me a packet, with a holder, for my desk. Every morning, I change my card to the next one in line. Then, I look at it all day long. You wouldn't think it would do much, but I have discovered something amazing about myself in the last week.
When I am at the gym, I am there alone. I go by myself. I don't talk to anyone, unless I'm yelling at them for grunting or throwing their weights but that's a different story... Anywho, almost always on my last set of weights (regardless of what they are), I want to give up. My body is shaking and I am sore and tired. The last week, I have discovered that I am saying OUT LOUD to myself, "You can do this. You are strong. Look at what you have been through. You can do another 10 reps, Heidi. In fact, you can do it like a boss. You have got this." Then, as I begin doing the last set, I hear myself saying, "See!!! And you didn't think you could. That was one lift you didn't think you could do.. that's two... that's three and so on."
I am beginning to believe in ME. That is one of the greatest gifts I can give myself. You don't have to buy cards, you can write them. You can put them on post-it notes and then put them on your mirror, or on your dashboard, or on your desk. The more you look at them, the more you will believe them.
When I am at the gym, I am there alone. I go by myself. I don't talk to anyone, unless I'm yelling at them for grunting or throwing their weights but that's a different story... Anywho, almost always on my last set of weights (regardless of what they are), I want to give up. My body is shaking and I am sore and tired. The last week, I have discovered that I am saying OUT LOUD to myself, "You can do this. You are strong. Look at what you have been through. You can do another 10 reps, Heidi. In fact, you can do it like a boss. You have got this." Then, as I begin doing the last set, I hear myself saying, "See!!! And you didn't think you could. That was one lift you didn't think you could do.. that's two... that's three and so on."
I am beginning to believe in ME. That is one of the greatest gifts I can give myself. You don't have to buy cards, you can write them. You can put them on post-it notes and then put them on your mirror, or on your dashboard, or on your desk. The more you look at them, the more you will believe them.
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Do You Feel Cute?
I've had some neat opportunities while working retail. I've been asked to be a fashion consultant on a few occasions, which is a little bit hilarious because I HATE shopping. I pretty much look in my closet and think to myself, "What is most like pajamas that I can get away with for my 18 hour day?"
Last week, I was cleaning out the Juniors fitting room (which is always fascinating). There was a teenage girl trying on clothes. Her mom and her brother were there with her and they were saying things like, "You look like a boy." "You look like a dude." "Why do you want to look like a dude?" "That is not flattering." I quietly turned around to look at the teenage girl, who had her back to me. The mom caught a glimpse of my catching a glimpse at her. Her mom quickly said, "Turn around so that lady can look at you." The girl turned around. The mom said, "Doesn't she look like a guy?!" I could tell the mom was just itching for me to say, "YUP! She sure does look like a dude!" When, instead, I asked the teenage girl, "Do you feel cute?" The girl nodded her head "yes." I said, "Done!" Then, I walked away. The brother yelled, "Don't you think she looks like a dude?" I turned around and said, "If she is dressed modest and SHE feels cute, then nothing else matters." Then I continued to walk away.
As I spent the rest of the night cleaning, organizing, folding, answering questions, cleaning, organizing, folding... you get the picture, I thought about that conversation. Was I living what I had just said? If I felt cute, and if I felt modest, was that good enough? Or, was I still clamoring for acceptance? Sometimes, I think I am still waiting for someone to tell me that the way I look is good enough. But, why does it matter?
When I was looking for the picture in this post, I found another one. I've heard it before, but it hit me hard today. It says something to the effect of if we, in our homes, give our children enough self-esteem that when they go out in the world nothing can poke a hole in that, we have done our job. It's so true! I hope that my kids know that they matter, no matter what the world says. And, I hope they always know that I am in their corner. Always.
Last week, I was cleaning out the Juniors fitting room (which is always fascinating). There was a teenage girl trying on clothes. Her mom and her brother were there with her and they were saying things like, "You look like a boy." "You look like a dude." "Why do you want to look like a dude?" "That is not flattering." I quietly turned around to look at the teenage girl, who had her back to me. The mom caught a glimpse of my catching a glimpse at her. Her mom quickly said, "Turn around so that lady can look at you." The girl turned around. The mom said, "Doesn't she look like a guy?!" I could tell the mom was just itching for me to say, "YUP! She sure does look like a dude!" When, instead, I asked the teenage girl, "Do you feel cute?" The girl nodded her head "yes." I said, "Done!" Then, I walked away. The brother yelled, "Don't you think she looks like a dude?" I turned around and said, "If she is dressed modest and SHE feels cute, then nothing else matters." Then I continued to walk away.
As I spent the rest of the night cleaning, organizing, folding, answering questions, cleaning, organizing, folding... you get the picture, I thought about that conversation. Was I living what I had just said? If I felt cute, and if I felt modest, was that good enough? Or, was I still clamoring for acceptance? Sometimes, I think I am still waiting for someone to tell me that the way I look is good enough. But, why does it matter?
When I was looking for the picture in this post, I found another one. I've heard it before, but it hit me hard today. It says something to the effect of if we, in our homes, give our children enough self-esteem that when they go out in the world nothing can poke a hole in that, we have done our job. It's so true! I hope that my kids know that they matter, no matter what the world says. And, I hope they always know that I am in their corner. Always.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)