Why do women do this? People will give you a thousand reasons why. TV, magazines, other girls, other women, our mother’s, someone else’s mother, the list is endless. I do not know a single woman who does not feel some form of inadequacy or insecurity for one reason or another. Looks, brains, talent, money, men… many times an accumulation of all of those things and BOY don’t get me started on our feelings of inadequacy as mothers.

We were not created to feel this way you know. This is not how we were designed. I have regrets. I thought I taught my daughters the best I could how to overcome this, but I always wonder if it was enough. I am sure much of this they are designed to learn on their own. Why do we limit ourselves so greatly? Why do we not see our own shine?

I was actually speaking with a friend about this the other day. He told me the truth. Men have it too. He thought maybe even more than women. How strange we humans are. Women think men are so confident, men think women are and really, we all have our own insecurities. So, it’s all about perception. How do you see you and what are you going to do about it?  This massive expectation we put on ourselves and on one another is really unfair isn’t it?

What wonders could we accomplish if we could show the people around us the greatness we see in them every day rather than being so insecure that we sometimes concentrate on the negative. What does that prove except how we feel about ourselves? I am no scholar. I have no claim to fame, but I know I am bold and beautiful and brilliant and I can outshine anything that comes in my way. You know why I know? Not because I needed anyone to tell me, but because I know how and why I was created and with what intent and because I have lived through and fought through the ugly to see the good. We all can. Someday soon I will share more specifics, but for right now, just take a few moments to maybe just realize how truly miraculous your existence really is.

You have a blank page in front of you. Write on it what you want your story to read. It is all yours. Hold Your Own Pen. It is NO ONE ELSE’S BUT YOURS!