Not the Irish woman with hair as fierce as her soul.
Not the Scottish lass, tough and quick of wit. 
Not the Welsh mam with a heart big enough to feed a village.

Just a lonely little English girl. 
Straight brown hair, the colour of ash or oak or some old tree.

There's no lore or magic in me. 
No wildness to be reborn.

My ancestors are silent and still, like a Sunday in June. 
Unknown pirate treasures, lost. No map. No x.

Beautiful, Smart, Confident started years ago as a small Facebook project. It was a place where I shared things I was reading, learning, and trying out. At the time, it was about female life, confidence, creativity, and the little practices that make us feel more ourselves.