As I’m sure any of you can relate to, I find that no matter how many times I free up my inhibitions to have my photo taken in public, I’m always still a little bit intimidated at the number of people who will stop to peek at the girl making funny poses, or so I presume. While this doesn’t sound like a very big deal (and really, it isn’t), it does make me wonder about the way we react, in general, to being observed vs. the way other people observe us. .
I’m sure we’ve all been there – at a show or concert watching some cutie on stage, completely in his or her element, charismatically doling out chords. In instances like this, I’ll often find myself mesmerized by the experience of watching strangers exercise their passions – an intimate experience rarely had with someone I don’t know personally.
In fact, I’ve found that whenever I’m most in my element – most myself – is when I’ve felt the most appreciated.
I’ve found that if I try to keep this in mind, it helps me to relax into a sort of exchange with the people who stop to watch the action. I feel as though most of what we perceive, in life, to be potential judgements on us are actually just mere curiosities. I really do think there’s something to the statement “we’re our own worst critic”. And I guess that’s one of the nicer aspects of getting older – allowing personal insecurities to meld and transform into strengths to be indulged in, by both ourselves and others.
And, as always, this can be applied to what we wear. I feel so fortunate to live in an age and on a continent where freedom of expression is possible, where women can choose to adorn ourselves in a way that speaks to our souls. Stepping out of our comfort zones and into looks or behaviours that make us feel at home in ourselves, instead of clothed in insecurities, can be just as intimidating as the judgment we fear, but is So worth the risk.
While people often begin their new resolutions in January, I don’t think there’s ever a wrong time to learn to gently pursue ourselves.