I forgot to be INSECURE TODAY.
Actually, I’m not Insecure today. I’ve decided that for the month of May I’m going to refuse to allow my nail biting, stomach-churing, headache-producing self-doubts to creep in.
Nope not once.
“How does she do it?” You ask, wringing your hands and leaning in for my bit of wise advice.
Here’s my answer–actually three answers. . .and all pictorial.
|One Sniff and Poof Go the Insecurities|
|Insecure? What’s that?|
|Yumm. Can’t be Insecure and eat blackberries at the same time.|