Rate yourself out of ten. No really, just pause for a moment and give yourself a score out of ten. I’ll wait here for you to do it…
Have a number? Okay, good (I’ll assume you do).
Keep that number in mind. Now, if the number that you’re thinking of is anything less than ten, then “Houston, we have a problem!”, like a HUGE problem. One that we need to fix right now…
Here’s a few questions: Do you think you’re hot? Do you like how you look? Would you consider yourself good-looking? I’m only asking because it is important that you do. If your answers to my previous questions were no, or were not straightforward yeses, then we really need to do something, as in yesterday! We need to fix this lack of absolute confidence. We need to raise those confidence levels!
Here’s another question for you: Do you want to know who the hottest person on the planet is? Dead or alive?
Well, that’s me. Some of you possibly said Beyoncé, or a supermodel, or some other famous celebrity, but I bet very few of you said yourselves. You know what that means? It means that there is NO ONE on planet earth that thinks you’re the hottest thing ever.
Here’s the thing, if you spend some time here, I want you to walk away with something, and today that something is a small (or large, depends on you) confidence boost. I want you to think you’re the hottest person in the entire world. And no, I’m not encouraging any of you to become narcissists. I just think that it’s important that at least one person on this planet thinks you’re the sexiest thing to ever walk the earth. You’re lucky if your mum does, but for someone like me who has three siblings, first place could never be mine alone. Heck, my mother might even think that she’s the hottest person on the planet. Or maybe she would name my dad. But anyway, the point is, you’re not always assured of that place in your mum’s eyes. Of course I wasn’t happy with this (whole reason I’m putting up this post anyway), so I had to change that, and the only person’s opinions I actually have control over, happen to be mine.
Here is the bottom line:
There is not one individual on this planet that thinks that they are perfect, be it physically or otherwise. We all have at least one thing about our physical appearance that we so desperately wish we could change. Luckily, some of those things are changeable, like your weight, but most of those things are more or less permanent (unless of course you want to go ahead and bleach your skin, or pay for tanning treatments, save up loads of money for plastic surgery, a trip to the dentist, face transplant… actually, these days, you can become a whole new person if you would like). If there is something about yourself that you don’t want to change then that is something that you have to live with. We all spend so much time looking at ourselves and pointing out all the things we don’t like and all the things that we think are wrong with us. We think that we should be flawless, that that scar over here shouldn’t exist, that my skin shouldn’t have a single pimple, that I’m supposed to be thin as a stick, or have a flat stomach with the most sculpted six pack, or look like a walking hourglass. We all think that my skin should be darker, or my skin should be lighter, my hair should look like that and not the way it is now, I need to lose a few extra kilograms and then I’ll be pretty, my butt should be bigger and then my crush will want me…
But why are you putting so many conditions on your own self-worth? Why is the criteria you have for yourself much longer than the one you have for an ideal partner? Shouldn’t you be the one person that treats you the best? The world is already so cruel to you. Why do you need to be as cruel to yourself, if not more? Why do you want to look like someone else? Who said there’s anything wrong with you? Why do you think there’s something wrong with the way you look? And if someone told you that there is, why did you believe them? Why do you tell yourself such hurtful things? Don’t you deserve better?
You’ll never be beautiful until you think you are, no matter who else says it to you.
I used to tell myself such horrible things – that I was ugly and fat, because I was a little overweight. Funny thing is, people around me used to tell me that I’m pretty all the time, but I didn’t believe them. I never saw it. I avoided looking at myself in the mirror, because I hated what I saw. Then I changed that narrative, and now, Beyoncé’s got nothing on me! (Disclaimer: Beyoncé is drop dead gorgeous, and I have nothing against her: I’m just a bit delusional and a tad narcissistic). Now, I have so much self-confidence that I could package some and sell it. I look in the mirror and I like what I see. Why don’t you?
Change your own narrative. After all, there is nothing you will believe more than what you tell yourself. So why not tell yourself that there is no one on the planet that is hotter than you? Try it. See how massively it will change your life.
(The key here is not actually being the hottest person in the world – that is something that is subjective anyway – but to walk like you are, move like you are, live like you are)
-A Lady Blogger