Like every woman, I constantly struggle with body image issues and feeling beautiful. Some days I feel like I can conquer the world and strut my stuff with confidence. Other days I have a little voice constantly nagging at me for all of my “faults” and things I should be doing, as society tells me so. It doesn’t matter how many compliments I receive or who they’re from, it doesn’t change how I feel about myself.
I’ve worked in fast-food all my life alongside my schooling. That is up until March of this year when I started my first “real” job. By “real” job I mean a job that requires post-secondary education or an extensive knowledge in a particular subject to attain. I don’t mean that my “real” job made me any more money. It did however give me opportunity to grow in the future. And I don’t mean to degrade jobs that don’t require extensive knowledge in a particular field. The phrase “real” job is simply a personal reflection of my own standard that I’ve pushed onto myself all my life, and have finally succeeded in. It’s my way of taking pride in my education and where I am today. I have total respect for those who work in the fast-food industry as I know, first hand, how challenging it is. But that’s a topic for another post. Let’s stick to how I got to my current job.