The stories we tell ourselves about who we used to be are in the past. Who we used to be can not hurt us anymore. Yet it's not uncommon for us to presently fear what's already past, even if it doesn't make sense.
We took ourselves to be someone that our teachers, parents, bosses, spouses, friends, co-workers, roomates or siblings told us we were...,fat; overly bold; too _____(fill in the blank); unworthy of time, friendship, attention, love.
How long will we continue to listen and believe their stories?
How long will we continue to listen and believe their stories?
What would happen if we valued discovering our true selves more than we valued being loyal to the stories of others?
We are more than stories.
Tell yourself a new story. A true story. Today's story. One filled with love.
We are more than stories.
Tell yourself a new story. A true story. Today's story. One filled with love.
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