When hatred makes us stronger instead of hindering us, we will quickly become a force to be reckoned with.
I realized today that I am not only sure of who I am, but happy with who I am.
In high school I had a distorted and confused idea of the person I was, because it was altered every time someone made a statement about me. If someone said I was fat, then being fat was part of who I was. If someone said I was a whore that nobody liked, then I stopped talking to my friends because, well, nobody likes me anyway. If someone told me I was hot, better yet if two people told me I was hot, then that day I’d be confident and think I was beautiful.
Looking at yourself through anyone’s eyes besides God’s will place you in a man made Labyrinth, under the control of the person with the map, anxiously turning this way and that to find your way. Except you never get out.
Today I was called some things that were put-downs. And I stood in disbelief when my first reaction was to smile. Hearing those insults caused my view of myself to change; knowing how untrue the words were only made me know myself even better. Now I dictate who I am, and the only thing others can do is make that realization stronger, not change it.
I smiled because I was confident that I was the opposite of what they were calling me. Their insults were almost comedic.
I think that that is not only knowing yourself, but being confident with who you are.
Do I pin myself with negative traits? Uhm….yes. Definitely enough to max out the 160 character limit. But those things are a part of me; they are not the definer of me. Someone with Bipolar Disorder HAS Bipolar Disorder. It is one of the hundred other “things” we have. That person is not bipolar disorder, because one trait cannot define who, on a deeper level, we are. I could take every single one of my traits and find the aspect of it that has led to something beautiful in either my life or another’s.
We are only human. We have more issues than any of us could even begin to fathom; we only see the few that come out and are obvious. Trust me, the story of our lives is drowning in red pen.
So if you can’t find the good in the bad, then you are in for a life of loneliness and self loathing. And trust me, that is not the life we were meant to live.
“If the world hates you, know that it has hated me before it hated you. If you were of the world, the world would love you as its own; but because you are not of the world, but I chose you out of the world, therefore the world hates you”. (John 15:18-19)