Queen fake tits

The fear of criticism can be paralyzing. The corrosive fear can stop you before you ever find the courage to start. Lucky for me, I have met some of the nastiest critics up close. They were once family.

Someone once referred to me as “Queen fake tits.” I would be a liar if I said that comment didn’t hurt. It cut deep, trying to penetrate my self-worth. In hopes of stopping the spread of cancer, my body was severed, and flesh excised in exchange for artificial place holders. To have another human scoff at, minimize, and devalue me based on an experience that threatened my very existence was piercing.

Queen fake tits

Anger, disgust, hate, and sadness swirled within, feeding each other, threatening to erupt into an uncontrolled rage. Wave after wave slamming into and eroding my self-control. Finally, the storm broke sending the surge permanently out with the tide. I was left on the warm, sandy shore recognizing that I had nothing left to fear.

I don’t need to worry that someone might not like me, that someone might say something unkind about me. Someone already has. He is out in the world saying awful things about me right now. And while I don’t like it, it also doesn’t really matter. His intolerable remarks don’t change anything in my life, well, except my opinion of him. His ignorant comment can only have power if I let it. I choose not to.

In that moment, fear lost. Fear can no longer hold me back. I am ready to let go. People will always have an opinion and it will not always be flattering. While I can’t control others thoughts, feelings, and perceptions, I can control my response.


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