26/02/2026
I used to think confidence came from fixing the thing I didn’t like.
Smoother skin.
Smaller waist.
Better hair.
Less… whatever the current insecurity was.
But confidence never arrived.
Because it was never about my face.
It was about the meaning I attached to it.
Now? I can have a moment. I can notice a line. I can feel a flicker of insecurity.
And I can move on.
That’s the difference.
Not perfection.
Just perspective. đź«¶