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A while back I discovered there was no mean thing anyone could tell me that I hadn& #39;t told myself. No one could hate me more than I hated myself. The shame I felt was more of being ashamed of myself (as much there were legit causes and pushers of the same).
I decided to flip the switch. I gave myself permission to live, approved of what I wanted to do and enjoyed life as it were before waiting to measure up to people& #39;s expectations. I loved myself. I set goals.
Previously, all I saw was my detractors. When you hate yourself, it& #39;s not easy to be loved or supported. Now I know who& #39;s for me. Most importantly, I don& #39;t wait for someone to roll with me for me to get going.
I& #39;ve ended up attempting things I only imagined I could, agreeing with people I never thought I would and moving on from connections I held onto with dear life. I& #39;m closer than ever to family and my social circle is freer than before. I& #39;m free.
