If it was right, you would have had the biggest smile on your face instead of these tears in your eyes.
In the last twelve months, I have faced more heartbreak than I would care to admit. I have allowed myself to become infatuated with boys whom I thought were men, wooed with sweet nothings and unkept promises. When the fallout hits, I am left feeling as if I am too much, not enough, and unworthy of love all at the same time.
Why do we do this to ourselves? It’s like we are in a love story with rejection.
Your self esteem has always been low, but as you have grown up and had relationships and breakups and heartaches, it has plummeted. You never think you’re good enough for anyone and you continually question why people even hang out with you.
“He spiked my drink himself so he could ‘save me’ and show me how caring he was.”
“I say, ‘I’m falling for you.’ She says, ‘I can’t catch you.’”
Your hurt or rejection shouldn’t define you, rather you should define it.
It may be a little awkward, but don’t let that stop you.
You can be like me – you can be physically attractive, friendly, and still not get the guy simply because he is not in love with you.
I’ve been rejected. I’ve cried. I’ve quit. I’ve stopped believing. But I’ve also wiped my tears, brushed off the dirt, and started believing in myself again.