Confidence

isn’t about what shoes you have on, what haircut you have, how many numbers you get at the club, how many people you’ve fucked or how toned your body is. It’s not about how the push-ups make your arms look, but about your initiative to do push ups in the first place. Confidence comes from determination and self-worth; from what you have to offer the world (everyone has something), whether it be a symphony or a smile—knowing that you deserve respect and asserting that no one denies you this. You’re a human being born onto this earth, therefore this world is your stomping ground and anyone who thinks otherwise is sadly mistaken. Where you fit in silly social hierarchies is meaningless. I write this because it’s easy for me to forget it, being nineteen and living in New York City.