Embracing your flaws is not a disorder

People get me so wrong sometimes. There are dark times when I am super critical of myself. I’m aware of that. Those who know me best know when that is happening.

But most of the time, when I do or say something ridiculous and I crack a joke about it, I’m not degrading myself. I’m not being hard on myself. I’m not being negative about myself. And my self-esteem is just fine.

I know who I am. I know what I’ve accomplished in my life time. And it’s been quite a bit.

I know I’m not stupid. I know I’m not lazy. I know I’m not ugly, inside or out. I know I’m not crazy…per say…🤣

I also know that I’m not perfect despite everything I’ve done and do. And I am the type of person who acknowledges and shares just because it’s fun. 

When I was working in the fire service, there were those who thought I was weak for sharing my mess ups, admitting mistakes, or admitting I didn’t know something.

They tried to take advantage of that….or at least they think they did. Little do they know it got them no where. It never will. That’s because those people are narsacisstic and miserable. Their problem. Not mine.

I don’t care to share my cluster of shenanigans when I get a chance. Someone out there is struggling, thinking they aren’t perfect the way they are. And I want them to embrace their imperfections…maybe think they aren’t as dumb or ridiculous I am. I’m good with that if that makes them feel better.

I’ve always believed that the more you worry about what other people think about you, the more time you waste. And I waste enough time as it is. Hahaha!

So stop telling me I’m too hard on myself when I crack a joke at my expense. Because it really isn’t an expense. It costs me nothing to be silly and light-hearted about myself.

I can do that and still love me!!!

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