Self Esteem
Why is it that we can feel that our self esteem decreases
as we grow older? When I was around
eight or nine, I made a plaque that said
“Curls are the Best”. I gave it to my
grandmother for Christmas. She had it
hanging in her bedroom for the next 20 or more years. It was a piece of a confident, artsy, spunky
me. When she died I found it among her
things. My first thought was, “This
childish thing…” then I held it and thought, “my grandmother kept this part of
me…” I offered her me for Christmas that
year, just me – and she kept me close to her all those years. I took the plaque and put it up in my bedroom,
by my mirror. When I look at it reminds
me of the essence of me, confident, happy, accepting, ready to go out into the
world, and the future ahead of me. It
also redirects me – away from feeling down, or scared, or nervous about being
just me…from the time the world and experiences have squished me down. I tell myself, “remember that glee of a
little girl, offering just herself and that was enough.” I remember even making that plaque, rolling
out the clay, doodling a face, using a spring to make indents for the crazy,
curly hair and then writing the declaration that curls are the best. I remember wrapping the plaque up and
putting it under the tree. I remember my
grandmother opening it up, and saying it was lovely, she was happy to have a
part of me. I remember her giving it a
special place in her bedroom. Now I have
it, it is a place holder to me, to remember the best of me, that self esteem
and inner joy that I had and still can have.
I am
now in a time in my life where I can
explore what is next in my life, how will I build on my self esteem and inner
joy. How will I find meaningful work and
still offer myself confidently to the world.
The next thing is to take confident steps towards my future. I can only be me, curls and all.
P.S. All hair types are fine, you only need to be
comfortable with yourself, and you are the best you.