I was sitting in the classroom, trying to fit in with the group of girls who were not better than me in any way, or even different. I was just worried I wouldn’t fit in, and so I didn’t. I gave them all of me and they rejected me.
Years later I realise, had I been slightly more self confident, I would not have been rejected.
In my late teens, I went to my younger brother to hug him tightly and congratulate him on being selected in the football team. He pushed me away. I was already wondering if he would, because even though I was now popular at school but not one of my brother’s favorite seniors. I gave him all of me, and he rejected me.
Years later, I realise had I made sure he loved me, I would not have been rejected.
My crush. I really, really, really liked him. I would talk to him all day and had so many memories with him. I never told him I liked him, because I thought I could never get him. He dated somebody else. I gave him all of me, and he rejected me.
Years later I realise, had I told him I loved him, I would not have been rejected.
I went to my best friend’s cat and tried to pet it. It scratched my face. I found her really cute and wanted to make a rapport. But animals didn’t like me. I gave it all of me, and it rejected me.
Years later I realise, had I not convinced myself that it wouldn’t like me, I would not have been rejected.
Pangs of despised love hit you, when you despise yourself.
I never gave myself all of me, and I rejected myself.
Let’s leave behind this fear of rejection and fall in love with our own selves, so that when the world tries to reject us, it cannot.