Confidence is attractive.

Confidence in one’s carriage, appearance and personality can make or break an entrance.  In modeling, one of the things that is preached over-and-over to models, old and new alike, is to “Fake it until you feel it”.  Supermodels the like to Tyra Banks and Melissa Miller have been quoted saying that confidence is something every prospective and current model needs to have.

Confidence isn’t something needed or applied to just modeling.  Oh no, it’s something that you need for everyday life.  Big business meeting?  Strut your stuff.  Single and on the lookout for a date?  Own that room.

Confidence doesn’t mean you have to been King or Queen Asshat, either; dispose of the douchebaggery, be your best version of you, and then – even if you feel awkward – Fake it until you feel it!

I applied this methodology to one of my coworkers, my cohort as Admin Assistant, who will be going out tonight to a concert at a venue that just so happens to have “Bike Night” on Wednesdays.  She’s single.  She’s less-than-confident about her attractiveness due to issues she’s dealing with but let me tell you, her attitude about life and the hand she’s been dealt is phenomenal.  I also have to mention that she has a great sense of humor and we spend a good deal of the day trading goofiness and making each other laugh.

So, I listened to her talk about this going-out venture and how she wasn’t too sure how she’d feel going to Bike Night to see a friend’s band play and how would she dress and what would she say?  So, I found myself saying:

“Own it!  Bring it!  Fake it until you feel it!”

I explained that she has to believe that she’s a great, attractive person (she is) and that she’s got nothing to worry about.  Confidence is sexy!  So WHAT if there are a bunch of bikers!!  (For the record, I DO have a motorcycle license… but am currently sans bike.)  I know some very lovely bikers who at first glance could be seen as…. sinister; in reality, they’re big puppy dogs…. and I didn’t name names because they’d take that admission out on my hide.  Then I told her to look for the guys who are riding the really niiiiiiiiice motorcycles – maybe they’ll be the Sugar Daddy she’s hoping to find!