Me

Who is the most confident person you know?

Not my thing. However, my husband decided to wash my washing up gloves today and did this with them. I’ve had some hilarious captions on social media!

When it comes to confidence I am confident. I don’t actually know many women who are. We’re body shamed so much, set impossible standards by famous women, criticised for baby brain, pilloried during the menopause, hormonal is one of the regular insults, so it’s hard for a woman not to give a toss what others think.

I don’t. I live to my own standards, dress my own way, and when I got caustic quips at a certain age I pointed out that I wasn’t a hormonal woman, I was a p*ssed off black belt hormonal woman! That usually worked .

In truth I’m non-violent, would be unlikely to win a fight anyway, and couldn’t be bothered. It was useful though. It made people stop and think because I am not what you’d expect a black belt to be.

I have a passing resemblance to Jean-Claude van Damme in as much as I don’t give a damn. There the similarities end.

What getting a black belt did for me was to give me that confidence.

I was talking to a man one day and he was very rude. I realised that I hadn’t reacted emotionally at all. I was in fact trying hard not to laugh, because there he was, bullying an older, smaller, woman, who could have put him on the ground with one strike.

I wouldn’t have done that, I had no need to do that, but that reaction taught me a lot. I had no need to react because I had achieved the completely impossible for a woman who favoured high heels and make up.

Just wearing a Dobock the first time nearly caused a breakdown. Me in a shapeless suit tied in the middle with a white belt. Looking like a shapeless paper bag!

I was the least likely black belt in the club, but I did it.

Confidence doesn’t lie in how you look, it lies in liking who you are.

Best love

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If you have relatives in war zones know that I am keeping them in my prayers.

Amorah – Deb