Today as I drove my kids to school in nothing but my cozy bathrobe and Hunter boots, shamelessly waving at passing moms, I was reminded of an important lesson I learned at the age of thirteen.... Pride among other things (tact, sushi, and sex,) is highly over rated.
Allow me to set the scene~ 1993 Riding in my dad's Grand Jeep Cherokee to Bryant Jr. High school with my trusty bff Melissa in the back seat, on our way to picture day. I am looking at myself in the passenger vanity mirror, feeling pretty cool in my Vaurnet France t shirt, log role bangs, and maroon v neck tied around the waist of my gap jeans. When my dad asks me, "It's picture day today, have you no pride?!"
Well I thought I did before you said that, but apparently not anymore.
As I'm driving home now after the drop off, it occurs to me... maybe it's not a lack of pride I have, but an inflated sense of self esteem. I don't care what people think. Ok that's not exactly true, I do care a lot about wether I'm liked or not or what people perceive or say about me. But I am not afraid to be myself, bathrobe, or vaurnet france shirt. I am what I am, and those who like me will appreciate me, and those who don't won't. End of story.
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