“Approve of me.” The words wait in my intellect, delicate but determined, a calm supplication I set out not talk out loud. It's interesting how much weight those three words can carry. Endorsement feels like a seal of value, a affirmation that who I am, what I do, and how I explore this world are great enough—not fair to me, but to you, to them, to everybody who things and indeed those who do not.
I tell myself it shouldn't matter, that I ought to be sufficient for myself. But let's be honest—approval feels like adore, doesn't it? Like having a place. A grin, a gesture, a word of affirmation—those little motions carry a kind of enchantment. They say, You're seen. You're esteemed. You're affirm fair as you're .
And however, chasing endorsement can be debilitating. It turns into a diversion you didn't inquire to play, a move where you're continuously altering, continuously reshaping yourself into shapes you trust will if it's not too much trouble. How regularly have I inquired myself, In the event that I say this, will they like me? In the event that I do that, will they remain? Endorsement gets to be money, and I spend as well much of myself attempting to gain it.
But at that point, there are minutes of clarity—fleeting but powerful—when I realize I do not require everyone's endorsement. Not everybody will get it me, and that's affirm. What I really require is to endorse of myself, to hold my head tall indeed when the gestures and grins are no place to be found. Since profound down, I know the truth:
the proper individuals, the ones who genuinely matter, will see me for who I am and endorse without wavering.
So yes, I need endorsement. I won't deny that. But I need it to come openly, without constrain, from individuals who see me as I am—not as who they need me to be. And possibly, fair perhaps, I'm learning to give that endorsement to myself to begin with.
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