To the Girl Whose Dreams Aren't Coming True: how to live with purpose and enjoy the life you have right now
Sometimes, when I’m alone with my thoughts, my thoughts can really beat me up. I’m talking about negative self-talk. The whisperings in my mind that are not encouraging, but leave me feeling yucky and worthless and hopeless.
And the reason they leave me feeling this way is because, at least in the moment, I’m believing them. I’m believing that I’m ugly, that I can’t make a difference, that I don’t belong, that nothing I do is good enough, that no one could really love me for the real me.
Self-talk is really our thoughts about ourselves. It’s what our mind is taking in and putting on replay to whisper to us over and over and over again. It’s the messages of the world that we’re choosing to believe about ourselves, letting them dwell in our minds and define who we are.
That’s why negative self-talk is so destructive. It becomes what we believe about ourselves.
Yet even though it’s so destructive, it can be so hard to stop the negative self-talk.
Standing in front of the mirror, a reflection of myself looking back. Long, light brown hair. Blue eyes. A full figure. A freckle on the end of my nose.
When you look in the mirror, what do you see?
So often, when we look in the mirror, we see flaws. Many flaws. Things about our bodies and looks that we wish were different; thinner, taller, softer, smaller.
Self-criticizing thoughts roll through the mind. And the criticism moves from external to internal, finding flaws not just in how we look, but in who we are.
We’re told to embrace our bodies. We’re told to love ourselves.
But it’s not easy.