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Hello again everybody. Hope you've all had a good week! It's Friday again, which means it's time for a heavy post by Jo. I'm quite an outspoken person. I stand up for things if I think they're right, talk up against them if I think they're wrong. I was lucky. I went 37 years before I got seriously burned enough to make me think I might have to change.

Change myself, change who I was, change.. into someone who didn't make a noise for stuff she believed in, because when it cost you people you love, it hurts like hell.  It doesn't really pay to have an opinion, about anything. Having opinions gets you in trouble. If you have an opinion about something - like for example, if you think fireworks are wrong, and you post this on your Facebook page, you stand the risk of being torn apart. Anyway, that's not really the point of this post. That's just something I wanted to say. 

It does lead me up to what I'm trying to say though. I'm trying to say I'm bisexual and I won't change, I won't change my sense of dress, my sense of style nor my persuasion, no matter who wants me to. In any case, I can't change my persuasion. That's just how it is. But I've been debating this week with a couple of friends, in a fun way, who want me to change my dress sense.

Not gonna happen, dudes. It's taken me this long to realise who I am, to be comfortable with who I am, and yes.. to be able to stand up and say NO. Even a few years ago, I would have gone with this idea of changing my dress sense. I'd have gone out with my friends, bought clothes, spent money, agreed with them about everything they'd said about my sense of dress.. and then shoved the clothes in the cupboard and never worn them again. Total waste of money, time, and clothes, for someone else who wants to wear them. I guess what I'm trying to say is that it's nice to have finally reached a stage in my life where I'm comfortable with everything about myself. I'm comfortable with myself. I'm comfortable with myself. It's such a validating thing to say.


Say it, try it, do it. And, if when you say it, you think to yourself, "I'm lying", then .... sorry to tell you, you've still got a way to go. Don't lie to yourself. You're the only person who's guaranteed to always be around for yourself. You owe yourself more than lies. You owe yourself honesty, acceptance and love. As soon as you start doing it, others are gonna love you, accept you, and be honest with you, too. Being honest with yourself is the surest way to put across to others that you're a confident person - trustworthy and sorted in your own life. Most of you readers are teenagers. I wasn't there in my teens.. but you can be.  Happy to chat if any of you want to.
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