Wednesday, May 29, 2013
I read a book about how we deal with others and its impact on us as people and our lives on the whole. Nice Girls let people run all over them...borrow money, do their dirty work, do their jobs...impose on them. My problem is that I'm too nice. I let myself go last, make time for everyone else, take abuse (not in a physical way) from others and let people be mean to me. I'm not Christian so turn the other cheek doesn't apply to me. Yet, the lessons I was taught about femininity are programmed since way back. When I was growing up, being a lady meant never losing your temper...letting others go before yourself...submitting to the will of others. I can't do that anymore. It's making me into someone I don't want to be...a dishrag, a doormat...and I suspect it's keeping me fat. I don't want to be fat anymore. I don't want to be Ms Nice Girl. I'm going to wage a bloodless war on those who want to keep me that way...hear that fat cells? Hear that users, abusers and mean people...I'm calling you out! Now I have to run...and punish the fat cells.