You know my name, not my story. So why are you so quick to judge?
The person that I am and how I choose to condone myself is the result of numerous circumstances and tough shit I’ve been through in life, which I guess could be said for a lot of people out there.
Many a time, I’ve heard stories about people from those who weren’t in the least bit personally involved with them and every single time it baffled the shit out of me.
I’ve heard judgment, hate and trash-talk about people that I knew first-hand weren’t true.
I always stayed quiet because I came to realize that disagreeing with stubborn and judgmental people was a profound waste of my breath.
I know so many of you can sympathize with this.
How many of you have been talked about and judged based on the uneducated opinions of malicious people who have nothing better to do in life but stick their nose into other people’s business?
And how many times have you been so deeply hurt by those wicked comments, knowing that there are people out there who are actually going to form the wrong opinion of you based on that?
It sucks, I know. I am sick and tired of people who are only familiar with my name, thinking they know my entire life story.
They don’t and I’ve finally found a way to make peace with that and not let it disturb me as much as it used to.
Who I am as a person has nothing to do with people talking shit about me. Always remind yourself of that when shit starts getting to you. It helps.
I have a big mouth. When something gets to me, I run my mouth off in so many directions that it’s hard for me to stop myself.
I am extremely passionate about the people and things that I love and when I have something to say, I usually don’t mince my words.
And guess what? I’m fucking proud of that!
You can think what you want about it but I am fiercely protective of my mental health, my nearest and dearest and those who I feel are being wrongfully judged.
I am never going to apologize for being that way.
If you can’t handle me at my most passionate, you don’t deserve me at my calmest.
I am not the kind of girl who is just going to sit quietly in the living room, waiting for her man to come home from work to make him dinner and please him in every way possible.
I love my man. And I am always going to be here for him. But every once in a while, I deserve to be taken care of as well.
I too have crappy days. I too deal with tough shit and I too get emotional and frustrated.
So is it really too much to ask to be taken care of sometimes? Does that make me a difficult woman to love?
I really don’t think it does.
And whoever feels that I’m not entitled to my own shit and my own emotions doesn’t have a place in my mind or especially in my life.
I’ve dealt with pain. I’ve experienced loss. I’ve let myself get broken into so many pieces… but I’ve also picked myself up every single time.
I’ve had days where I didn’t want to live. I’ve had days where waking up in the morning felt like the most pointless thing I could do.
But I got myself up every single time and here I am.
Still alive and still kicking life’s ass.
So don’t you dare begin to think you know my story, when all you know is my name!
You’ve been told about me but what do you really know? How deeply does that individual really know me?
Ask yourself that the next time you hear a story that seems too far-fetched to be true.
I am a strong woman. Stronger than I ever thought I was.
I may seem on the outside like I don’t care much but those who know my story know that I care more than I should.
I just try to hide it from the world in order to protect myself.
Did you know that I’ve had my heart broken more times than I am willing to admit?
Did you know that I’ve been cheated on, lied to and manipulated by those who were supposed to be my rock?
I bet you didn’t.
Because I have no interest in shouting my personal stories to the world.
What is mine is mine and only those close to my heart get to know what’s in it.
I believe that my struggles and how I deal with them are what make me who I am.
It’s so easy letting shit get to you and bring you down. It’s too easy letting bad people tear you apart piece by piece.
But once you learn that not everyone has the same heart as you, it gets easier ignoring those hurtful comments.
You just have to accept that people are always going to have something to say. There will always be those who think they’re smarter than God.
But karma is going to get them… I firmly believe in that. Everybody gets what they put out into the world.
And that is exactly why I try to be a good person. I try to be kind, compassionate and take care of those I love.
I see every day as a new opportunity to do something worthwhile.
And if I manage to put one smile on one person’s face, I consider the day a success.
I suggest the same to you.
Be kind, be good and do right by others. Life really is that simple.
You know your story and don’t let irrelevant people get you to doubt yourself.
Their malice is the reflection of their dissatisfaction with their own life.
Take care of yourself, your family and friends and always keep in mind that the smallest things make the biggest difference.
This got me through a lot of pain and frustration and I sincerely hope it does the same for you.
My life, my story. And if you don’t like it, tough! Because I really don’t care anymore.