Reflective Monday

I'm ill today so I have a lot of time to think. I was just thinking of the personal goals I set myself in January and whether I achieved them or not.
(Source: me...)

In one of my previous posts about Self Confidence I said I would wear less make-up and I'm going to be honest I have found it extremely hard. I have tried once or twice but I feel as if everyone is looking at me and laughing. It's stupid and pretentious but it's how I feel. I actually cried a bit when I got home about how stupid I was being but I still don't have the confidence to go facially naked. :( I'm working on it though :P

I have a lot of insecurity issues but I have decided to get of these. The first thing I'm going to do is when I think of something negative about myself I'll also think of something positive. I'm also constantly reminding myself that this is how I view myself and not how others do. It also doesn't matter because I can't change it and I need to learn to love myself. 
I have decided to start telling people how I feel. I use my blog as an outlet of telling people how I feel without actually saying anything. But, I feel as if I need to tell my 'nearest and dearest' how I really feel and what's going on in my life. 
So you may be thinking what the point of this is? I've just read a post about you babbling on to be honest...
Well I want you (yes you reading this) to do something (anything) that makes you happier. If you can relate to anything I just mentioned then even better! Maybe do one of the things I said I'm going to do. 

Remember; Be who you are and say what you feel because those that mind don't matter and those that matter don't mind.
Happy Monday guys! 

Sandy xx

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