Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Confidence Is A Piece Of Work


So Ive been having some problems with self confidence. I mean, I don't care what others think most of the time and I'm happy doing what I like to do and with how weirdly I act and dress. It's what makes me and I love that about me. I'm good at being  on my own and doing my own thing, its what I was built on.

Well my problem here is that I have girl state coming up where I am going to be stuck in a building for 7 days with 600 girls all my age. This is a program put on by the American legion ok? Well they give awards to people who show themselves above everyone else. You pretty much run in mock elections against each other for high positions in the government, I want a high position, I want the honor, I want to be remembered. I need that money and the reputation that you get when you win, for my future. I need it to get into college.

I got into girls state on a curve. I don't exactly match up to all the other girls. I'm not the riches, the prettiest, the smartest or the most confident. So i am trying to get my confidence up. I want to walk in there with my head held high and I want to make a name for my self, I want everyone to look at me and know that I am there for a purpose and I want to be someone.

Through all my searching for tips and stories that could help me with this, I came across this poem. The author is unknown but I really like it. Its about yourself being the only person who can really judge you. Its pretty good if i do say so myself.




When you get what you want in your struggle for self

and the world makes you queen for a day
just go to the mirror and look at yourself
and see what the girl has to say.

For it isn't your father or mother or brother
whose judgment upon you must pass....
the person whose verdict counts most in your life
is the one staring back from the glass.

She's the person to please, never mind all the rest,
for she is with you clear up to the end.
And you've passed your most dangerous, difficult test
if the girl in the glass is your friend.

You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years
and get pats on the back as you pass,
but your only reward will be heartaches and tears
If you cheated the girl in the glass.

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