By Jora Zaidi
The other day, I had been flipping through Instagram.
It wasn’t the other day*
Similar to every day, I had been scrolling through Insta, tapping away at photos, throwing likes every which way, when I stumbled upon Lucy Hale’s account.
Mind you, she is a beautiful celebrity, but I was digging her more short “do.”
Feeling ambitious and a little on the rebellious side, I decided to make a hair appointment to have my hair cut like her.
Emphasis on the like.
With that being said, I was a tad nervous.
I kept judging myself, all the while I was getting my hair cut.
Thoughts kept fleeting, “Your face will look fatter, now,” and “You won’t be as feminine with short hair.”
Each of these thoughts hurt me, but they were my own thoughts.
No one had said them, they were all stereotypical idealizations I had manifested on my own accord.
I had no earthly idea why I would inflict such pain on myself, until it dawned on me.
I am not a confident human, and that is something I lack.
It’s okay not to be as confident or self-assured as you like, because similar to patience, it takes practice.
Everything takes a little time, and I’m okay with that. I’m getting there, I’m liking myself, and now I’m learning to love myself. Remember, you are loved, and you are so worthy of feeling the same way about yourself.