Self-Confidence Boost Self-Note!

          After realizing how badly all of the stuff from my last post has been affecting me, I'm dedicating this post to me.  Some of the things I like about myself.  So it might seem nice and narcissistic, so y'all can just scroll on past.  Or make a list of stuff you love about yourself.  Because, aww.  ^_^

          I like the way I look. My natural highlights.  My pinkies!  My feminine fingernails.  My wrists, for reasons I can't really figure out.  My eye color.  I've developed enough of a reputation of sorts that I can wear basically whatever I want and not have anyone question it, unless it has "Aeropastale" across the front, in which case, my clothes have all burned in a tragic dryer accident.  Even though I have crappy eyesight, I actually do like glasses.  I can wear fake eyelashes, which is a talent I never thought I'd have.  Sometimes, I have a really good week of skin.
          I am a Nerdfighter.  This brings me endless happiness.  I'm glad to have such a community of supportive people, who are all just as nerdy and excited about the world as I am.
          Color guard has made me more talented.  I can now spin random objects gracefully.  I have awesome leg/foot turn-out.  I can walk like a boss.  I'm relatively flexible.  I can actually accomplish some dance-y stuff with moderate success.  I actually developed some leadership skills.  And most exciting of all, I made friends! 
           I love animals.  And I especially love cats!  And cats love me!  I would be pretty happy being a cat lady, even though I hope to never become the cat lady.
          I am frugal, creative, and I strive to be a friendly and a fighter for equality and tolerance.
          As strange as it is, I've gotten interested/obsessed with interesting things, and I'm oddly proud of them.  In elementary school, I was obsessed with aliens, so I checked out books on them all of the time.  Though I've forgotten most of it, I remember reading that aliens are afraid of cats, and that cats can detect supernatural presences.  And I thought so often that my spontaneous "birth mark" was from an alien abduction that I can find absolutely no other explanation.  If I fabricated the story in second grade, I can't remember the truth.  Which is scary cool in a geekish way.
          When I actually put my mind to things, I can accomplish them!

Don't forget to be awesome!