"I've learned the best things in my life are the things that come like a flow or are as easy as a dance and they come to me when I'm not looking or trying too hard....just showing up with authenticity :)

25th August 2010

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Um…I think I was separated from this chic at birth! (Apparently I’m not alone! :)) ~Starr blairsings: GPOYW- Rock Star costume, late 80’s edition When I was a young girl, I was full of life. Confident, self-assured, and totally ignorant to the concepts of failing or not measuring up. My father used to always tell me, in typical dad fashion, that I was the most beautiful girl in the world. I believed him. I would put on shows for family members where I would sing or dance or anything else my young mind could dream up. I remember once doing a puppet show out of paper lunch bags. Somewhere along the line, that all changed. I think it happens to a lot of women. I reached an age where I started to become aware of certain things, like magazines and TV and what was cool to wear. I started to feel inadequate, unsure. I had been carrying on in my own little world of play, imagination, carefree whimsy, and then just like that, kids were starting to care about what each other wore. Suddenly I didn’t have the right tennis shoes. It was a social nightmare. I withdrew into myself. I began to doubt myself. I compared myself to every other girl and could only see the ways in which I didn’t measure up. Suddenly, some other kids in a 7th grade class were deciding my worth and “coolness” by what was on my feet or how my hair was done. Now, as I have started to play shows around town and get up on a stage in front of a room full of faces I don’t recognize, I’ve started to think about when I lost that confidence. I’m having to fight like hell to get it back. I have to keep reminding myself of how far I’ve come. When I started writing songs, they weren’t good. I think I was successful because I accepted that they wouldn’t be good for awhile, maybe they wouldn’t be good ever. I just had to keep going, pushing through, writing each song and moving on. Now I have to remind myself of the evidence. The encouragement that has come my way from so many sources lately. People sending me emails or messages telling me how they connected to a song. Or how, a couple of weeks ago in a smoky, loud bar, I got on stage and slowly faces turned and the place quieted down and people were watching and noticing. It was empowering and intoxicating. Confidence is something we’re all encouraged to have. How many articles have you read that say it’s beneficial? People like confident people, are drawn to them. But being confident means we have to fight like hell against this society. The one with pictures of people who all look a certain way plastered everywhere we look. Society seems to say very clearly: “This is good. This is beautiful” and if we don’t look that way or act that way, then how can we help but doubt? So, as I get out in this town and start playing shows, playing my songs for rooms full of strangers, I have to fight like hell to have confidence. No one wants to see a meek, shy person behind a keyboard. And that’s not who I am. Put me in a room with my favorite people and I’m funny, vivacious, energetic. Put me in a room full of strangers and it changes. But, I will do whatever I can to fight the urge to feel less than adequate. I will remember that young girl who believed that she could and who knew she was more than enough. Um…I think I was separated from this chic at birth! (Apparently I’m not alone! :)) ~Starr

blairsings:

GPOYW- Rock Star costume, late 80’s edition

When I was a young girl, I was full of life. Confident, self-assured, and totally ignorant to the concepts of failing or not measuring up. My father used to always tell me, in typical dad fashion, that I was the most beautiful girl in the world. I believed him. I would put on shows for family members where I would sing or dance or anything else my young mind could dream up. I remember once doing a puppet show out of paper lunch bags.

Somewhere along the line, that all changed. I think it happens to a lot of women. I reached an age where I started to become aware of certain things, like magazines and TV and what was cool to wear. I started to feel inadequate, unsure. I had been carrying on in my own little world of play, imagination, carefree whimsy, and then just like that, kids were starting to care about what each other wore. Suddenly I didn’t have the right tennis shoes. It was a social nightmare.

I withdrew into myself. I began to doubt myself. I compared myself to every other girl and could only see the ways in which I didn’t measure up. Suddenly, some other kids in a 7th grade class were deciding my worth and “coolness” by what was on my feet or how my hair was done.

Now, as I have started to play shows around town and get up on a stage in front of a room full of faces I don’t recognize, I’ve started to think about when I lost that confidence. I’m having to fight like hell to get it back. I have to keep reminding myself of how far I’ve come. When I started writing songs, they weren’t good. I think I was successful because I accepted that they wouldn’t be good for awhile, maybe they wouldn’t be good ever. I just had to keep going, pushing through, writing each song and moving on. Now I have to remind myself of the evidence. The encouragement that has come my way from so many sources lately. People sending me emails or messages telling me how they connected to a song. Or how, a couple of weeks ago in a smoky, loud bar, I got on stage and slowly faces turned and the place quieted down and people were watching and noticing. It was empowering and intoxicating.

Confidence is something we’re all encouraged to have. How many articles have you read that say it’s beneficial? People like confident people, are drawn to them. But being confident means we have to fight like hell against this society. The one with pictures of people who all look a certain way plastered everywhere we look. Society seems to say very clearly: “This is good. This is beautiful” and if we don’t look that way or act that way, then how can we help but doubt?

So, as I get out in this town and start playing shows, playing my songs for rooms full of strangers, I have to fight like hell to have confidence. No one wants to see a meek, shy person behind a keyboard. And that’s not who I am. Put me in a room with my favorite people and I’m funny, vivacious, energetic. Put me in a room full of strangers and it changes. But, I will do whatever I can to fight the urge to feel less than adequate. I will remember that young girl who believed that she could and who knew she was more than enough.

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  2. starrsaunders reblogged this from blairsings and added:
    chic at birth! (Apparently...not alone! :)) ~Starr
  3. mimi1977 said: Beautiful! Thank you :)
  4. katrinatrussler reblogged this from blairsings and added:
    tee… i completely know where ur coming from - i
  5. cairenecrazy reblogged this from blairsings and added:
    talking about. I love her.
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