I’ve encountered a few situations in the last couple of weeks that have led me to question: why do I allow people to interact with me, more specifically, talk to me in certain ways? I’ve known for years that we teach people how to treat us, but I still notice in my own life that sometimes I teach people to treat me far less respectfully than what I know I deserve. And so then another question comes to mind: where does this come from, this disrespect for myself as it is when boiled down?
I think the answer must lie in my own sense of self, my own self-esteem and self-respect. Certainly almost every instance of this type of interaction is with men. One man this week said to me: you’re very hot for a mom. Instead of simply leaving the conversation entirely with no words at all, I continued to engage with this person. What in me needs this validation from someone who so blatantly shows no respect or true interest in me at all. In fact, to respond at all is simply saying- please, walk all over me and treat me like shit for that is what I believe that I am worth.
For anyone that knows me in daily life and certainly as a health professional, this type of interaction would come as quite a shock for I am told regularly what a strong woman I am. I don’t say this to be boastful; quite obviously I don’t think highly of myself enough to do so. It seems, on the inside, there is still something lurking, something unsettled and needy (omg, ugh, and disgusting- I hate that word and I loathe everything that it stands for) that rears its ugly head at the most inopportune times.
I write all of this to say: our self-esteem and self-respect very literally color every single interaction that we have, every relationship from work to personal to romantic and everywhere in between. It is our duty to give the world our best self, for I think our purpose in this life is to give and receive both love and help from one another. How can I do this, how can I give of my true self, of my true gifts, of my true strength if I don’t believe in myself? Well I can’t of course; I simply can’t. And so it is our duty to love ourselves and respect ourselves first and foremost. Perhaps if we can’t do it for ourselves (yet…we are always a work in progress), then we can do it for the greater good of mankind. I know this sounds uber cheesy, it feels cheesy even as I write it but it is ever so true. We are all part of the great cosmic vibration and when even one of us lowers our own vibration to require validation from another, it affects all of us.
We are all so connected that we need each other to be our best selves. Sure we all have bad days and at times we are broken and need to be picked up. This bollocks though about having such low self-worth that I allow people not only to talk to me in a belittling manner but also further engage the conversation encouraging the behavior to continue is absolutely inexcusable, for myself and for everyone else.
And so people, I am back on the horse; it was an odd, strange trip and I certainly fell off, straight on my ass and allowed myself to be kicked around a bit. The good news is that these episodes of falling, well perhaps willingly jumping off the horse into harms way are fewer and further between these days. Equally as profound is that these instances now only last a few days whereas they used to last for months on end. First I would be upset with myself for allowing this negativity into my life, then I would wallow in the fact that I would indeed never change and be doomed to live a life of no self-respect, followed by still more playing the victim and longing to be someone else. Well fuck that shit, seriously those are the absolute best words I have at the moment. I am upright and on the move again, and I shan’t look back. I am not that girl. Even when I revert back to her for a few days, I know I am not that girl. I am a stand up, strong, powerful woman, a business owner and a kickass mom. All that other shite can stay where it belongs, behind me.
I write all of this to let all of you know that we are all human. Some of us seemingly have more demons that others, skeletons that come out and want to play at times, and sometimes perhaps in a moment of weakness, perhaps because we are bored and are looking for some excitement, we play with the old bones and we always get burned. But that’s not the end deal people. The deal is, we brush our ass off and get back up, in all areas of life. That is the deal. We keep moving, bruised as we are and we don’t look back. The bruises always go away and we are better for them. We learn a tiny bit each time we engage in less than perfect behavior. Perhaps one day I won’t ever fall off the horse again; for now, I don’t fall as far for as long and I sure as shit don’t wallow in the fall itself. So wherever you are people, however far you’ve fallen, stop being a victim, licking your wounds and showing them to everyone for sympathy and back rubs. Get your ass back on the horse and don’t look back. We’ll ride off into the sunset together. 🙂 (Wow, that was a lot of cheesiness for 1 blog…but I’ll tell you what people I will never apologize for being me- cheesy, nerdy, a wee odd, all kinds of things, but they make me, me!)
Love y’all!