For years and years I walked around feeling bad. Yes, I felt sorry for myself. There is no pity for someone who feels wounded, hurt and used. Others just don’t know or understand. They don’t want to either.
I came to a point when I quit hoping other people would solve my dilemmas. There was nothing they could do to take back the hurt that was caused anyway.
Most of all, I really wanted to be happy.
I read somewhere that happiness is sexy!
This thought changed my life.
But it was only a start.
I still had issues related to my past.
I still felt discouraged, as I pretended to be happy.
Then I realized I not only need to be happy, so as to be attractive and sexy, but I need to value myself much, much more!
In the past, I was often kinder to others than to I was to myself.
I valued others more, and thought I was worth much less. I seemed to attract only people who were bad for me, who put me down and used me.
As I mature, I look at all my work and my accomplishments, my I.Q.of 143, and I think to myself, while no two people are alike, self-preservation is inherent. It is right to care for others, but it is necessary to love myself too.
Preservation of one’s dignity and sanity comes from self-acceptance and personal responsibility, and no one tells you that.
So, others hurt, used, and abused me. I was the victim of various crimes and emotional cruelty. I let that go.
Every day I choose to become the director of my life. I don’t let others or what they say or do get in my way.
Neither should you.
Time to pull up your big girl or big boy pants and fight for your right to party!