ruffledfeathers
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So today was interesting. We had a family get together at my momās house with my sisterās family. I was a little over-tired and I suppose over sensitive.
After reflection I thought Iād share some of my ābad dayā as a reminder, a comfort, solidarity, etcā¦ā¦.
Things were going well until my mom started kind of snickering and making comments about, well, basically about my big butt flopping all over the place. (I am 110 lbs btw and I work out and am a recovered anorexic). I just kind of laughed it off and kept going but then when the day was over, I couldnāt help but sit and cry for quite a while.
Normally I keep my shield up, particularly around my mom, because she is super critical whether she means it or not. For some reason, it stabbed right through this 42 year old heart and made me feel ten again. Made me hear all those voices that said āno one will ever love you because you are uglyā or ādonāt even open your mouth to speak in this house because I hate the person you are, inside and out.ā
I have long since dealt with all that crap and I should know better than to let it hurt me. Really, I am stronger than that, and a person who celebrates our uniqueness. People who are superficial and critical miss out on so much that makes life worth living. They are stunted, inhibited, and try to suppress the curiosity, individuality and the āfireā in others. Donāt let them.
So I just wanted to remind everyoneācelebrate yourself. BE yourself. Define your own space and donāt let anyone take that from you. In your worst moment, you still have value and you can grow toward the light. Maybe you need a gentle pruning and some food from time to time, but you will always become who you are meant to be; never let anyone hijack your inner voice.
And finally, stand up for other people. When someone is hurting, your kindness can almost make you a super hero.
Maybe someone else had a bad day and these words will sound soothing, and for that, Iām glad to have shared something kind of humiliating!!
After reflection I thought Iād share some of my ābad dayā as a reminder, a comfort, solidarity, etcā¦ā¦.
Things were going well until my mom started kind of snickering and making comments about, well, basically about my big butt flopping all over the place. (I am 110 lbs btw and I work out and am a recovered anorexic). I just kind of laughed it off and kept going but then when the day was over, I couldnāt help but sit and cry for quite a while.
Normally I keep my shield up, particularly around my mom, because she is super critical whether she means it or not. For some reason, it stabbed right through this 42 year old heart and made me feel ten again. Made me hear all those voices that said āno one will ever love you because you are uglyā or ādonāt even open your mouth to speak in this house because I hate the person you are, inside and out.ā
I have long since dealt with all that crap and I should know better than to let it hurt me. Really, I am stronger than that, and a person who celebrates our uniqueness. People who are superficial and critical miss out on so much that makes life worth living. They are stunted, inhibited, and try to suppress the curiosity, individuality and the āfireā in others. Donāt let them.
So I just wanted to remind everyoneācelebrate yourself. BE yourself. Define your own space and donāt let anyone take that from you. In your worst moment, you still have value and you can grow toward the light. Maybe you need a gentle pruning and some food from time to time, but you will always become who you are meant to be; never let anyone hijack your inner voice.
And finally, stand up for other people. When someone is hurting, your kindness can almost make you a super hero.
Maybe someone else had a bad day and these words will sound soothing, and for that, Iām glad to have shared something kind of humiliating!!