Trying to measure up will always deplete my selfesteem - our self-esteem - because this world
can only offer performance-based love and
acceptance
Here’s how that played out:
Yeah, I thought so.
- When the number on the scale was
higher than the day before, I felt
ugly.
- When the size of my clothes didn’t
match the world’s definition of
attractive, it meant I wasn’t.
- When my number of friends,
followers or likes on social media
dropped, it told me I wasn’t likable.
And I am sorry.
The number of party invites … the
score of my tennis match … the
number of offenses … the numbers
on my paycheck … the amount of
wrinkles … the number of times I
messed up …
I used numbers to measure my worth.
I don’t know about you, but I’m so
done with the kind of math that
leaves me feeling worthless. Because
honestly, I will never add up to the
world’s standard of acceptable.
Trying to measure up will always
deplete my self-esteem - our selfesteem - because this world can only
offer performance-based love and
acceptance. In this world, the size of
your jeans, the amount of money you
have, the address of your
neighbourhood, the amount of
Facebook friends or twitter followers
you have … measures your value.
Pretty whack-a-doo, eh?
But hold the phone. Chances are you
have a number, too.
What number says you’re not good
enough? Or that you’ll never be
lovable? What number has the
power to destroy how you feel about
yourself?
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