The Worst Kinds of Pain
Thursday, August 18, 2016
The
Worst Kinds of Pain
These are some of the worst emotional pains
I have ever felt. It took me a pretty long time to type this article (thank you
Lower Six for the crazy number of holiday assignments you come with) and I
really hope you enjoy it)
1. 1. When we find ourselves rejected
by that one guy we actually dared to hitch up our skirts and chase after we go
hysterical. (And yet we’ve been rejecting all the other ones that have been
approaching us. Hmmm). I am not sure why, but we feel that we should do the dumping, we
should do the blocking and the rejecting. Equality isn’t a half-way-house kind
of thing. It goes all the way. And then there are those who say “But, Tendow,
are you saying that it’s okay for a guy to hit a girl?” That’s not what I’m
saying. Nobody should be hitting anybody. Period. I digress. My point is there
is nothing wrong with you when this happens. You are still the same beautiful
you and just because somebody doesn’t see your value doesn’t mean it’s
non-existent. The right person for you is somewhere out there (cliché, yes. But
still true). And when that person comes they will treat you better than gold
and silver because unlike gold your worth never decreases because the world’s
standards have gone down. You remain the same; priceless.
2. 2. On social media. When we post
the same picture as Miss I-Am-Popular, wearing the same clothes (for reasons
unknown), posing the same way (pout
game so strong), but they get a hundred ‘likes’ in ten minutes before we get to
twenty (oh, the pain). And we lose it. We go into that deep phase of
self-analysis and promise to start dieting the next day or start using waist
trainers. LET ME BRIING IT TO YOUR ATTENTION! We are all beautiful no matter
what anybody says. You don’t need a million likes or a thousand comments from
boys to convince you that you are beautiful the way God made you. Once again.
You are NOT for sale so they do not place a value on your worth. You are not a
product made to look shiny and clean for somebody to glance at and move on to
the next item comparing prices. Do not give them the power to do so. Own your
look. Own your flaws. Own yourself. Embrace yourself; every bit.
3. 3. I believe this is the worst
kind of pain. When we feel like we don’t matter. And it’s more painful when you
feel that way around those you consider to be your friends because we trust
their judgement. The words they say leave you scarred for a long time and it’s
a bit odd how the same pretty lips preaching “Girls unite” are the same ones
tearing another girl down because of what she wears, how she speaks or where
she’s from. ‘We are only as strong as
our weakest link’ and we are either all about supporting the girl-child (all of
us) or not at all. Keep your arms around the shoulders of your sisters because
as you are protecting them, they are supporting you when you are at your
weakest. It doesn’t matter where you’re from or your religion or nationality or
race. Our differences make a colourful collage when put together.
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