You know what’s crazy?
Up until last year I lived by people’s opinion of me.
What I wore,
How I spoke,
What I did in my spare time,
The people I talked to,
Who I looked up to,
Who I wanted to be.
I was so controlled by what others thought I should be that I tried to be that version of myself.
The version that people what to see. The version others wanted me to be.
I tried so damn hard.
But every time I failed.
I would say “the wrong thing.”
Dress “the wrong way”
Be interested in “the wrong things”
Admired and idolized “the wrong people”
I would hate myself for “slipping up”
Or in simple terms:
I beat myself up for BEING ME.
I focused so much of my time and energy towards the people who wanted to change me.
I was blinded by their toxicity and façade.
Thank FRICK I realized that being ME doesn’t equal failure.
And for anybody going through this or anything similar,
Repeat After Me:
“I am not a failure.
Being me is not failing.
The only person whom I need to please is myself.”