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Confidence

Confidence is a funny thing isnt it?
In some ways it's like we feel the need to get permission to be confident.
Like you have to earn it somehow.

We think "If I could just achieve this goal, or be in this place, or be friends with these people, I'll finally feel good about myself".

Let me tell you something I've finally learned.

None of these things will give you confidence because none of them will change the voice in your head that's telling you that you aren't enough.

Nothing external is going to give you permission to be confident.

That comes from you, and you alone.

You get to love yourself at a double digit pant size.
You get to feel strong AF, even if your max is someone else's warm up.
You get to be proud of the things you create without someone else validating it.
You get to feel beautiful regardless of the "likes" you get on Instagram.
You get to feel like a good mom no matter what Kathy from the PTA thinks.

You are GOOD enough, STRONG enough, BRAVE enough, and BEAUTIFUL enough.
Believe that, and dont let anyone change your mind.

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