This past weekend I borrowed my friend's copy of "Nice is Just a Place in France" for a leisurely read while we soaked up some sun in Malibu. In the end, I wasn't entirely captivated by the book, but there was a sharp and witty chapter addressing Nice Girls. Nice Girls are sweet and quiet. Nice Girls let other people speak up. Nice Girls get overlooked.
I am not a Nice Girl. But sometimes I act like one.
A few weeks ago someone asked me if having a period would get in the way of my career - and they were dead serious. I wanted to yell at them. I wanted to throw my drink in their face. (I'm glad I didn't though because that wine was delicious. And expensive.) But I completely blanked. I played it off as a joke, and then just wrapped up the conversation. It was only a few days later that I told them how inappropriate that comment was.
I err on the side of nice, but I wish I could say I err on the side of bold. Growing up I was always told how opinionated and stubborn I was, like they were negative qualities. I let my boldness get squished by the naysayers, and it's taken me years to try and get it back.
I am not a Nice Girl. I am a Bold Girl. It's time I start acting like it.