I felt so insecure when people would say things like, "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴?! 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨!"
I let my fear of being misunderstood and judged drive my reality. I thought, if I can concisely say, "𝘏𝘪 𝘐'𝘮 𝘊𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘢 _____", then I will be loved, accepted, understood and respected.
It's hard to make sense of something to everyone else when it didn't make sense to me either. Turns out, 𝘁𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘅 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗱.
I had to...