05/26/2026
For the longest time I thought confidence meant becoming more ânormal.â
Less loud. Less sensitive. Less strange. Less me.
But the older I get, the more I realize the people who feel the most secure in themselves are usually the ones who stopped trying to sand down their weirdness to make other people comfortable.
The moment I started embracing the parts of myself that felt âtoo muchâ â my odd little interests, my big feelings, my chaotic creativity, my feral goblin energy â I actually started feeling at home in myself for the first time.
And weirdly enough?
Thatâs when I became more confident.
Not because everyone suddenly approved of me⌠but because I finally did.
Thereâs something deeply peaceful about realizing you were never supposed to fit perfectly into every room. Some of us were built to make the room more interesting. â¨
