The Lost Art of Self Esteem

This week's topic of discussion is parking. I know, just stay with me here. Assuming that a rough majority of my readers are indeed white girls, I think it's safe to say that a lot of us have a hard time with parking. It's okay. It's hard out here for a self-appointed princess. I have noticed that I must live in a predominately white/female neighborhood because NO ONE can park.

I decided that it was in my best interest to offer a free parking seminar for the neighborhood but that plan promptly failed when I realized I was definitely not qualified to teach it. And I think that really says it all. When it comes to parking, the key is knowing your limits. I don't ever try to parallel park because I know I can't do it. So instead of spending 15 minutes trying to squeeze my car into a parallel space as if I'm trying to stuff my foot inside a size 6 Jessica Simpson pump because it's on sale, I just park wherever I can manage, if I happen to be in a fire zone or blocking a bus or 2 in, so be it.

But this theory of recognizing your own inabilities is not exclusive to parking. I think there are many areas of life where it would benefit white girls to realize hey, maybe it's not for us. Maybe we stop trying so hard? (Thick gold chains, wearing dunks, trying to look cool in basketball jerseys, Miley, I'm talking to you. Please just realize that women of color rock all of these and we just look ridiculous. Please give up.)

But the main place I think that white girls just refuse to accept that we are actually not Beyonce? Social Media.

Thanks to the 3 Ps, pop culture, photoshop and p-Anna Kendrick, women are feeling more inadequate. It's an epidemic really. But there is an alternate side to this phenomenon. Self esteem is like blood pressure. It's really bad if yours is too low but it's also pretty terrible if it's too high.

There are too many girls out there with self confidence that is too low. This is a terrible trend made worse by the girls whose self confidence is just too high.

Let that sink in.

Consider this saying:

"There are two mistakes you can make in life. One is thinking you're special. The other is thinking you aren't."

Like she might be an 8, sure, but she thinks she's a 27. And that's not cool.

I cannot overstate the importance of knowing your league. Many think I'm a 3, but then others think I'm a solid 4. And I embrace it.

So my advice is to realize that while it is super great that you have learned to love yourself in spite of all your imperfections, please stop trying to shove your appreciation of your own body down everyone else's throats. We get it. You have abs, you love the gap in your teeth, you feel confident wearing a bikini, et cetera and et cetera.