This blog is basically an open letter to those who just can't handle that some people chose to live a healthy, giving, peaceful life.
Listen, I'm no angel. I've done some stupid shit, I've said things I've come to regret. I've fucked up a lot of things in my nearly 36 yrs on earth. But you know what??? I try. I try to be enough. To be good. To make good choices with people, money, food, charity. And damn me for trying. You see, the thing that matters the most is that I KNOW I'm doing my best. You know what gets in the way of that?? Jealous people, trolls, and people who are so miserable they cannot stand to see you thrive and be well.
I read somewhere that once you love yourself, no one can make you feel unworthy. Or " only you can make yourself have a bad day". Bullshit. I know a lot of people who are healthy and happy , but it still hurts when someone is cruel to them. Or talks about them behind their back. It sucks. No matter who we are, we want people to like us. And when they don't, we think it's because there is something wrong with us. Well, there are a few things wrong with me for sure, but when someone is cruel to me or feels the need to mock me for doing good things, I know it's because of their own issues. Maybe they don't like me Becuase I pissed them off once. Or I lied to them one time. Maybe it's because I have healthy hair and nails. Or Becuase I support myself and ask for nothing from anyone. Have I always been these things? No
I use to weigh 60 lbs more, hated my body, hair and nails. I used to be an angry little elf. And I will admit, seeing others succeed and prosper was threatening to me. Because why? Because jealously.
I made changes in my life, and I now live off of the benefits of doing so. I have peace of mind. Self love, and all of that psychology babble.
So, why then do I get so upset when others are mean? Becuase I am human. But I use the tools I have to work through those feelings. When someone I love and cherish tells
Me that someone else says terrible things about me, that are not true.... It makes me want puke. When someone pokes fun at a charity that I started literally BY MY SELF, it hurts my heart. When someone who is friends with me on a certain social media site, and is actually so friendly to me in public , turns around and screenshots my statuses and sends them to someone who hates me and spends most of their life trying to ruin all the good I am..... It really fuckin hurts. Yea, I know who you are. But I don't hate you, I actually think you are a great person who is just getting caught up in drama. I'm checking out of it though. So take all the screenshots you want , I'm proud of my life. I worked really fucking hard to get here. And I won't let your little troll take that from me.
So why are people mean again??? Lots of reasons, but the biggest one I can think of is that they are just jealous of something you have. Like happiness.
Ps. Yes I eat Bok choy, kale and I love to cook for someone I love. I work out three to five times a week Becuase I want to be healthy, and it's better than doping up on antidepressants.
Yes, I like to run. Yes I like to bake. And yes, I like to wear jeans that actually go up to my waist and my ass doesn't hang out of, and YES, sometimes I like to dress up in a sexy lil dress. Why? BECAUSE I CAN.
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