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Confidence

Confidence. That's what life is all about. It's the key to winning, really. I realize that a little bit more every day. Whether it's the way you dress, or dance, or speak, as long as you show that you are comfortable in your own skin, everyone around you will feel it too. I see it when I look at the people around me, when I look at myself in the mirror. It's incredible really, how it doesn't matter what you do. If you do it with confidence, people around you will sense it.
I myself often feel awkward, and I am still learning how to be me without caring about anyone else. It gets easier, usually, and when I do manage to let go of the burden of other peoples' opinions, it feels amazing. Truth is, I look at people who dance terribly or aren't the most attractive, but then I see how confident they are and all of a sudden they're sexy, they're beautiful. It never ceases to amaze me, and I don't think it ever will.
I hope one day I can learn to be myself, to have that confidence in myself. Each day I try to love myself a little more, to be free and to be me. And really, that's all I would wish to anyone. May you feel comfortable and proud to be truly you.

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