I would like to share a short story about courage that recently came to the surface when I was having an EFT session. We were talking about a time as a child when I had to wear a brace for many, many years. It made me feel sad, uncomfortable and ugly. There was one boy in an older year who constantly called me brace-face and I dreaded seeing him around school. One day in PE I took this particular brace off and unfortunately forgot to collect it off my teacher at the end of the lesson. I remember walking up the stairs to her room only to look through the window and see that same boy sitting in the classroom and there on her desk, in a clear pot, in full view of the whole class was my brace.... I felt the colour drain out of me and my heart sink. Every part of me was saying don't go in, get it later but do you know what I didn't. I'm not sure why but I took a deep breath, held my head up high and walked the longest steps across that room to retrieve my brace. They all laughed but do you know what, I did it. Yes I went red, yes I got out of there as quick as I could but this isn't a story about bullies, this is a story about courage. Courage of a 9 year old little girl. Courage that I have carried with me ever since. Sometimes I don't want to do that presentation at work or walk into the pub on my own, but I do, because if the 9 year old me can do it then so can I.
Having the courage to stand on your own and be you. If you compare yourself to others you will come up short. Don't let others judge your self worth, have the courage to know that you are enough for you.