The one who falls and gets up is so much stronger than the one who never fell.
I have had a lot of falling in my life. A lot of times when I didn't think that I was worth the effort. A lot of times when I was called names, had no self-esteem, and didn't realize that all of that, ALL OF THAT, came from me.
It came from me, because it was ME that allowed myself to be affected by words. Words spoken by ignorant jackasses who I let affect me. Words spoken by family, who seriously didn't know any better, that I already knew I was fat, and telling me was awful and insulting.
I am DONE with all of that. I have stopped caring whatsoever about words. They are letters strung together, sometimes by people that can't even do it correctly. Words can't sting me anymore. I have ceased to allow that to happen. The only words I listen to anymore are mine. Mine, that tell me I am strong, I am capable, I am beautiful, I am worthy. Words that tell me I have done great things, and will continue to do them. Words that say that exercise is FUN, eating fruits and vegetables is awesome, and eating clean is the best thing I have ever done, plus it tastes good.
My words tell me to never eat garbage, to work hard every day to do my very best, to never give up, and to always know that I can reboot tomorrow. Words have saved me, but they are mine.
Stop listening to anyone else but yourself. If someone gives you a nice compliment on your effort, file it, to remember it and savor it if needed. Discard the rest. They are irrelevant, they are insensitive, and you are way, way, way better than that.
I fell, I got up, and I am standing very tall these days. No words will ever affect me anymore, unless they are mine.