I’ve always been able to laugh at myself. I pride myself on being the girl who’s not afraid to be silly and I’ve never tried to outshine other girls to feel good about who I am. Besides I’ll probably be the first one to fall, fart or freak out at any given moment so it’s best not to be hard on myself.
Don’t’ get me wrong, I’ve cared what people have thought about me(to a fault at times) and the phrase “don’t make a mountain out of a mole hill” was probably coined specifically for my 16-year-old self. But what I’ve always been proud of is my ability to be vulnerable. I wear self-deprecation like a badge of honor, it grounds me and reminds me what’s really important in life. Besides being worried about whether I’m the prettiest girl in the room takes time away from the more substantial work of being a good, loving, worthwhile person. I recently saw a meme that I nearly hi-fived when I came across ” Mother Theresa didn’t walk around complaining about her thighs she had sh*t to do”!
So how did I get to this reflective place? Well I think I spent so much of my teenage years being so aware of how I was perceived I rarely took the time to really think about how I perceived myself. Also I realized being so mindful of my actions never made anyone change how they felt about me. At the end of the day people were going to think what they wanted regardless, and thinking I could control that would be a lesson in futility.
This was not made more clear than this past weekend. I went to Palm Springs to celebrate a friend’s birthday. I happened to run into an old classmate of mine that I honestly didn’t recognize. We exchanged hellos and after some casual convo , she told me I was a mean girl in high school. She even went so far to say my nose was stuck so far in the air she wanted to stuff something in it (insert surprised baffled face here cause I didn’t even know that was “thing”). When I pressed her to tell me what I’d done to her she couldn’t come up with a clear explanation, however this fact didn’t stop her from calling me a mean girl like it was gospel. I have to admit I was pretty miffed and hurt because I honestly tried to be the “anti mean girl”. However, I had to remind myself (with help from my Mom and friends who knew me then) that that’s never been who I was nor who I am now. The interaction reminded me what a waste of time it is to put too much weight on others perceptions of you. I didn’t even remember this girl yet here she was harboring negative feelings about a person who’s most likely been a non factor in the trajectory of her life. It’s a lesson both those that do the judging and those being judged could learn -what you believe to be true about another person doesn’t make it a fact, it makes it your belief. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not encouraging anyone to be completely divergent of other people’s opinions, you’ve just got to learn what opinions are worth your contemplation and which ones are worth your condemnation.
It’s these lessons that make me happy to partner with brands like Poise. Did you know 9 out of 10 women suffer from bladder leakage? They have to worry about laughing too hard for fear of having an accident! When I think about that fact, I realize that any fear I have about what people think about me pales in comparison. Thank God for Poise Impressa though, it was designed for the temporary management of Stress Urinary Incontinence. Poise Impressa Bladder Supports do not absorb leaks — they help prevent them.
Stopping leaks starts with the Impressa Sizing Kit, Impressa comes in three different sizes, and the Sizing Kit helps you find your most effective and comfortable internal fit. Each kit includes six bladder supports (two of each size), along with a $4 coupon toward a 10-count Single-Size Pack of Impressa. I’ve included this coupon so that all my girls with urinary incontinence can worry less and enjoy who they are more.
So Ladies and Gents, what do you find yourself worrying LESS about? I’d love to know in the comments below!