Trying to extract memories from my childhood past of being rejected is nearly impossible, but what I do remember is a video that helped me understand that it is not something to be afraid of but instead embraced.
There are different types of rejection one can get, be it from a romantic relationship, a job opportunity, a familial matter, or a friendship. All can be hard to deal with afterwards, leaving feelings of inadequacy, hopelessness, & sadness. I have adopted a new mindset of instilling confidence within oneself, therefore feeling comfortable & aware that not everyone is your cup of tea, & that one should never be content, but always seeking improvement. As human beings with an endless world of multiple paths & experiences, we should never stop at just one specialty, but become well-versed in so many other things.
Never let a rejection from a romantic partner hinder you from your own personal goals, never let a job reject you & make you feel like you weren’t enough, never let family bring you down, and never let a friend make you feel isolated. Simply say to yourself, “I understand. Let me move on.” Controlling one’s emotions and perspective on life creates a stress-free one, which I’m sure all of us want. It may seem like it is easier said then done but trust me, it really is that easy. Feel proud of yourself & know that you are capable & you are enough. We speak many words to the people around us that we forget to speak to ourselves sometimes. Say it in your mind or out-loud to yourself. It will make a difference.
When I was a little girl, my mother always told me that no one would ever love me. She meant this in not the way most people would think, she compared it to the love she has for me & the love my family should have for me–that any man who says he loves me….that it would not even compare. As I grew older, I would be told that so constantly, even to this day even after I have someone I love who loves me the same. I’ve always had a difficult time believing her when she’d say that, & I’m happy I did have that doubt because it would’ve made me into a bitter person. My mother I feel, has a reason for continuously saying that to me, & it is because she wants to protect me, an obvious reason. I’m glad that she was wrong or else I never would’ve been able to feel romantic love.
I told myself I couldn’t wait to drink. The reality is though, it wasn’t that glamorous of a thought, it was more of an afterthought. I was more concerned with how much time I had left to do the things I wanted to do or what age I would want to be when I completed so-&-so. It was scary. I feel like I’m in a good place but just how much longer would I be comfortable in said place? I realized not much longer & what exactly I would change.
Think Pretty 