Hey Girl. I tell people this all the time, so if you know me well, you’ve probably heard that any time I walk into a room I feel like the baddest woman in there. I think all women should un-apologetically feel that they are not competing with anyone and that she is super bad. We all qualify that differently. I know I’m brilliant, talented, beautiful, and determined. To me, that makes a bad woman. Now I am not suggesting that there aren’t women I look up to and aspire to be like. I went to Spelman and I’m a Delta, so I have a legacy of peers and women who have come before me to model after, but there are some things that make me uniquely me. So, my super bad doesn’t disqualify the next woman from the super bad award. She, too, should be feeling like a winner.
Now, how, you ask, does that make me a NOT single sister. Well most people, men in particular, are attracted to genuine confidence. It means that I can say, “baby I want you in my life because I enjoy you and love you, and I also know how to enjoy and love me.” It means I take care of myself first, so that anything else I do for the rest of the day comes from a woman who has taken the time to honor herself. It also means that when entering a room, my walk is mean, my head is high, and I am probably smiling, whether I am wearing a full sweatsuit or stilettos and a freakum dress. Finally, it means that I treat men as well as I treat myself, and expect the same.
I’m imperfect, not movie star pretty. I have corns, blotchy skin, and an overbite. I cuss like a sailor (I’m working on that), and I can be stinky sometimes. But at the end of the day, I dig it. And brothers dig it too. Still, even if they didn’t, I have gotten to the place where it doesn’t make me want to be any different. I can adapt and compromise, but I don’t change what is really me.
Talk to you later girl.
Say that girlfriend! Excellent post, I got a surge of confidence just reading this!