After my last blog post about my amazing weekend I have a confession to make.
Yes the ball was a great experience.
Yes it was amazing to be with my good friends.
But I really really struggled.
People who have met me in real life will know that I’m an outgoing person who will pretty much chat to anyone.
But I am also rather insular.
I need my own space.
I hate crowds
I hate feeling like I’m not myself.
This is what happened this weekend.
It seems silly but the moment I put on my dress for the ball my confidence left me.
People using the words beautiful
So not me.
I wasn’t comfortable
I didn’t feel real
Why did I do this to myself?
Even when ordering the dress I knew I wasn’t going to feel great in it.
I don’t do elegant, I do black and gothic.
Why do we do this to ourselves?
When out of our normal day to day life why do we put on a facade.
Why isn’t who we are good enough?
I’ve learned a valuable lesson and it’s a lot more to do with me than the dress.
It’s ok to hate crowds
It’s ok to love your jeans
And it’s ok to be me.
The crazy thing is my friends on this evening out have been my friends through the good times and my friends through the hardest times too.
They love me regardless.
Our friendships were forged on campsites where no-one I mean no-one can look great emerging out of a sleeping bag in the middle of a field.
We loved each other through morning breathe and we loved each other through many bottle of wines.
I had no need to pretend.
They love me for who I am.
Now i have only got to learn to accept these things about myself and the lesson will be truly learnt.
Oh and of course I need to find the perfect gothic dress just in case.