Insecurities are a constant in my life right now. Maybe I need new eye liner to go with my super woman cape…
Do you ever hear that voice? The one that tells you that you’re not (good/smart/strong/thin/pretty/rich) enough?
The voice that finds your insecurities and broadcasts them back to you?
The voice that makes you question your choices. Your life. Your worth.
Do you ever hear it? Do you listen?
I’ve been listening to it lately.
It started innocently enough. I needed to buy a new pair of sandals to replace a pair that self-destructed. I made a stop at the shoe store on my way to gym. At the store, I took off my gym shoes and peeled off my socks only to discover that the polish on my toenails was chipped and half rubbed off (the natural consequence of spending more time running than on toe painting).
I looked up and noticed that all of the other women in the store were perfectly polished – nails and otherwise.
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