Today I had a revelation. I am shy. Like really freaking shy. And that’s okay.

This is who I am and there are people just like me all over the world. I shouldn’t feel inadequate just because I’m shy. I shouldn’t spend my evenings reading about increasing confidence. Wouldn’t changing myself be a lie anyway? Just me pretending to someone I’m not? In the words of Lady Gaga I was born this way.

So I’m shy. That’s it and that’s all there is to it. Or so there should be. Except whenever I do something a little bit awkward, struggle to converse with people, trip over my words or just say nothing at all, I think about it for the rest of the day. I think about what could’ve gone better. I think about the most excruciating part of the encounter over and over, analysing every single second. I think about what the person will have thought of me. I think about what I will do next time to control my shyness. But of course, my methods go completely out of the window next time I’m in a social situation.

Now you know a little about me, I’m going to talk about what I want to do here. I figured that there are billions of people on this planet and there’s every chance there’s at least one person just like me out there, if not more. So I want to share the awkward things I do, the things that happen to me and how I feel all because of my chronic shyness in the hopes that it will help others, or at the very least me!

This is what I hope will be a journey of self-acceptance for me and anyone other shy person reading my posts. So please, if you consider yourself to be shy, don’t shy away from it. Be proud of it, because it has its qualities like any other trait, scream it from the rooftops! Or whisper it, cuz y’know.

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3 thoughts on “Diary of a Shy Girl: Entry #1 – Introductions

  1. You sound like me lol. I am extremely shy, in addition to having low self esteem and sometimes intense social anxiety depending on the situation. I get hung up “reviewing” my social interactions, even the most minimal ones like when I go into a store to buy a meal. I beat myself up for my own perceived embarrassments, like if I said the wrong name for what I wanted to order or something.

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