Facebook tells me over one million people saw my photos and comments from strangers. The outpouring of encouragement should restore your faith in humanity (saw a lot about that) if it bummed you out. But my take-away is a little different than people are assholes but rather: people are hurting. That doesnt excuse rudeness, but it does make it easier to let go of. We only have to give out what is within us. When I receive that kind of dismissive and/or not constructive criticism, what I feel is compassion for the sender. What must they say to themselves? It strikes me not as sad for me, but sad for the other person. Im confident in the body I have today. And yesterday. When I gain and when I lose weight. My confidence no longer relies on anyones voice but my own. Honestly receiving that kind of feedback on a regular basis is part of what thickened my skin enough to drown out the noise and find my own voice. What we do to others we also do to ourselves. My gaze has softened in my mirror and it has softened in the world. So when I see (and receive) nasty messages, I feel bad for the person who lives in that space. Im strong. Im confident. I waiver and stand back up. Im growing all the time. And I no longer make time to hold others put-downs on my shoulders as if they belong to me. My hope for you is that you might learn the same. None of those words have power unless you agree. I define me.
Posted on: Sun, 28 Sep 2014 21:12:45 +0000
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