Tag archives: confidence
The first time I remember feeling threatened by a man was walking a friend home. He pulled up in his car. I don’t recall what he said. I only remember my friend and I running through a field as fast as we could. We were 9, the same age as my daughter today.
Then there’s the time I and another classmate were at our posts for safety patrol, and a man stood across the street taking photos of us. We didn’t know why because he didn’t say a word to us. We simply knew it felt ...
Any woman nearing middle age—or in
denial that she is in middle age because once you hit 40, middle age is always
10 years older than you are—has learned never to ask the question: “Does this
make me look fat?”
It’s, of course, an unfair question
because if you’re asking it, you already think you look fat. So basically
you’re asking the recipient of your question to either lie or hurt your
The wise nearly middle-aged woman simply
says to herself, “so what if my ass looks huge, these pants are fun and I ...
Have you ever felt that confusing
feeling that you’ve slipped into some kind of time-warped parallel universe? I’m
not talking about time travel or even déjà vu. I’m referring to the feeling you
get when you are experiencing a moment from the viewpoint of yourself at two
different ages in time.
This past weekend I experienced a
trifecta of space-time weirdness when in the course of one evening, I felt 13,
22 and 41.
My husband and I went out for dinner and
drinks with my college and post-college roommate and her husband. At one point
Old fears are hard habits to break. This morning I
had to interview a researcher by phone for an article I’m writing. I’ve
actually interviewed her before in person and she’s lovely, smart and down to
earth—not intimidating at all.
So why did I wake up feeling like I’d eaten rocks?
The only logical answer is that my anxiousness is a throwback to my days as a
shy child and teenager—the days when asking anyone anything felt like torture. How
I got through journalism school, I’ll never know.
I’ve interviewed hundreds of ...
In preparation for an upcoming family weekend at an indoor
water park, I made a bold move. I found my bikini tucked in the back of the
drawer and put it on—in the dead of winter. Brave!
Shockingly, my pasty-white reflection in the mirror didn’t
cause me to run screaming from the bathroom and into the first pair of
sweatpants I could find. A month of hard training for a half-marathon has
created definition in muscles I didn’t even know I had. Instead of cringing, I
So why then, am I reluctant to wear said ...