I think it all stems from growing up and being the outcast because I was Pentecostal. The girl who could sing, but was weird because she always wore denim skirts with an untucked tee shirt, never wore makeup and could never go anywhere because it was against her religion. I was never part of a real group. Even at my church, I was never one of the popular ones. I now know that it really didn't matter whether I was part of a certain group, that ulitimately, I needed to learn to fit in with myself and until I did that, I wouldn't feel accepted by others. Maybe it comes from being so verbally assaulted from my father for all my life, constantly being told I was a disappointment, up until I chose to forgive him for all he had done to me, but letting him go and not be a part of my life as part of that forgiveness process. I don't know. What I do know is that those feelings still suck ass and still manage to suck the life out of me, when they come up, until I manage to shake them off.
Ultimately, I am the one who decides how I feel. I determine whether I will let other people bring me down or make me feel unwanted and unloved. I have an amazing husband, wonderfully funny children, I am healthy and I have a good job. Why should I be letting other people determine how I am feeling at THAT moment. I posted the following status on my facebook page a while back,
"I hate those days of feeling like I'm not good enough and nobody likes me. So what do I do to shake these feelings off? I look in the mirror and I say to myself, 'Self. You is good. You is kind. You is loved.' Haha...I'm just kidding. I totally don't go all The Help on myself, but I do have to remind myself, that I don't need to be accepted by others. I don't need to "fit in", whatever that is. What I do need is to love myself for who I am and how I am. And realize that if others can't accept it, well, it's their flipping loss. Not mine. Cause I'm pretty badass.....I think."
oh girl. I have these days too. We know it's all good and that it will pass, but you are not alone. And for the record, I LOVE YOU! not just like. Everything about you. Let's both eat worms. xoxoxoxo
ReplyDeleteoh my dear, dill pickle, Dolly lovin' Katy...if you only knew how much I take away from your posts. We are not the same and don't have the same struggles, yet we are and we do. Does that make sense? I dunno, but I know that I love someone that I've never even met to pieces.
DeleteYou. Are. Awesome.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, T. I try to be. I fail, a lot...but I guess what makes me awesomer is that I keep on a tryin'.
DeleteDoes it make you feel better to know I have those days too. What is up with being a full grown woman and still hating hearing about friends out with other friends that didn't invite you?? Stupid! But yeah, I'll go all Mae Mobly on you- You is Kind, You is Smart, You is Important.
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Ha ha. It really is stupid and the truth is, I know that half the time, I wouldn't have been able to get with them anyway, because my husband would have been offshore and there would be noone to watch the kids. So then I get pissy with myself for getting pissy over such nonsense. Then I sulk some more because, still, at least an invite would be nice. Lawrd...it's a vicious dayum cycle.
DeleteI dropped by from the blog hop...and dayum am I glad I did. I can totally relate...and I can already tell you're absolutely badass!! I'm definitely gonna click follow and stick around to read more. Have a kickass weekend!!
ReplyDeleteAnyone who uses the word pshaw is a friend of mine. ;)
ReplyDeleteCame over from the TGIF hop and a new follower.
Hello, Miss BadAss!
~Tina
Found you from the blog hop! Get out of my brain!! lol I think about not fitting all the time and I get all emo. New follower here!
ReplyDeleteHooray for blog hops! Love your blog - new follower for sure, check mine out too!
ReplyDeleteOMG I could have written this post!!! At 39, I thought I was the only one who felt this way.
ReplyDeleteLawrd, no. Just give yourself a "The Help" moment....and remind yourself of why you are awesome.
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