“Look good, feel good, do good.” That quote was my inspiration to gaining back confidence after my little “thing” with Calculus Boy. I wanted to stop beating myself up over everything I’d done. I wanted to stop being nervous every time I saw him. I wanted to be the best version of myself. I wanted to be confident.
So I tackled the basics, the exterior, first. Below are the three things I did that made me look (and eventually feel) my best.
1. I went out and bought lace underwear. Wearing pretty things underneath your clothes gives you a secret, a confidence boost, a little pep in your step. And if the underwear coordinates with your outfit, life gets even better.
2. I got a hair cut. I had wanted to get bangs and layers for a while, but kept putting it off. However, a flattering, new hair cut is very conducive to feeling your best. Not only will a cute style make you look good, the newness of it will help you mentally start over with whatever circumstance you’re facing. In my case, starting a friendship instead of a relationship with Calculus Boy.
3. I bought myself some flattering shorts. I’m not saying to buy shorts every time you have a crisis; they wouldn’t be very helpful in the cool seasons of fall or winter. But do treat yourself to an attractive piece of clothing. It could be a good pair of skinny jeans, some red high heels, or a hot leather jacket. Whatever makes you look your best!
Keep in mind that I did all of these things away from college by leaving Baylor for a weekend and visiting my aunt in Alabama. Having a new and uninvolved perspective from someone I trusted was incredibly helpful in starting fresh.
The next week I went back to college with a sassy hair cut, new shorts, and lace underwear. Obviously, such materialistic things didn’t completely eliminate my nerves. But I did feel slightly better, especially when my friends started to compliment my new look.
Life went on and things eventually got easier. I became myself again; I started feeling better and doing things to get ahead in life, to chase my dreams. Calculus Boy and I became close friends and helped each other pass the class by having study sessions. A few months later, we both entered into relationships with other people. After I started dating Patrick, I could see that while Calculus Boy was never meant for me, he taught me valuable lessons. He taught me to be myself. He taught me to persevere in a hard college course. He taught me to not let life’s circumstances rule my confidence.
Thank you, Calculus Boy. I know you’ll probably never read my blog, but I’m so grateful for our friendship and all the important things you taught me.
Readers, don’t give up! If you’re going through a hard time, know that there is an end. There will be a time where you figure out why things happen. There will be a time when you can appreciate the heartbreak or the disappointment.
In the meantime, I’m always here if you need a little pep talk. Don’t hesitate to shoot me an email!