Lies We've Heard That We Repeat
How many lies over the years have you been told about yourself that are on constant repeat in your head because you think they are truth? Me? I've got more than I'd ever like to admit.
Before today I have always said I'm not a great baker, but I'm a decent cook. A few people growing up told me that my baking wasn't very good because my baking wasn't as good as xyz's in their life. I don't think they realized at the time how much damage that did to an influenceable young teenager. I used to bake cookies, pies, breads, shortbreads, all kinds of stuff. My brother loved my apple pies so much he wanted them instead of a birthday cake. You can't imagine how much that meant to me...until a few adults I looked up to greatly put me down so harshly. It wasn't just then either. I've had cupcakes explode and then some how implode. Don't ask. I literally have no idea. So eventually, I just stopped baking altogether. As an adult, I realized in my head I didn't need to listen and that what they said wasn't necessarily true. But it hung in there because for so long I believed it was true. I was putting those lies on repeat and putting myself down. I wouldn't let myself try because my head said I couldn't. I would fail, and something terrible would happen. Guess what? Big fat lie!!!! Lately I've been inspire to try. Not just baking, but to try to love me for me. All my badass curves, my sexy shortness, my smashing red lipstick, my wicked good cooking, and yes, my kickass baking. I'm taking back me one lie at a time.
Why now you ask? Because my dear sweet sister gave me the giant kick in the butt that I needed to remember who I am. She gave me a heavy hard dose of reality, and a huge cup of courage. She reminded that they are people too. They don't care anymore about what they said. So why should I? Crap if that didn't kick me in the gut. Why am I putting myself down for what other people once upon a forever ago thought? Why am I not trying just because some idiot said something stupid? Why am I not reaching my full potential because someone said something that hurt so deeply? The truth is I did all that because I believed it was true. I kept those lies on repeat because I am the one who believed them. And now I am the one who has to let them go. I am the one who has to face my fear of failing and step up to the plate to take the swing. If I don't, the only thing I am doing is hurting me. I'm letting someone else's thoughtlessness rule my life and my fears. My mama didn't raise me to be a quitter or to be fearful. She taught me to face my fears and get back in the saddle. While it's been a long time coming, here goes nothing.
So here's to the lies we can burn and know that we are better. Here's to the days we face our fears instead of letting them rule us. Here's to the days we stand up, step up, and take that swing. Who knows? Maybe we will discover things we didn't even know we could do. And we will ROCK at them.
P.S. Sorry for the earlier glitchy post. Hopefully this will sort it out.
Before today I have always said I'm not a great baker, but I'm a decent cook. A few people growing up told me that my baking wasn't very good because my baking wasn't as good as xyz's in their life. I don't think they realized at the time how much damage that did to an influenceable young teenager. I used to bake cookies, pies, breads, shortbreads, all kinds of stuff. My brother loved my apple pies so much he wanted them instead of a birthday cake. You can't imagine how much that meant to me...until a few adults I looked up to greatly put me down so harshly. It wasn't just then either. I've had cupcakes explode and then some how implode. Don't ask. I literally have no idea. So eventually, I just stopped baking altogether. As an adult, I realized in my head I didn't need to listen and that what they said wasn't necessarily true. But it hung in there because for so long I believed it was true. I was putting those lies on repeat and putting myself down. I wouldn't let myself try because my head said I couldn't. I would fail, and something terrible would happen. Guess what? Big fat lie!!!! Lately I've been inspire to try. Not just baking, but to try to love me for me. All my badass curves, my sexy shortness, my smashing red lipstick, my wicked good cooking, and yes, my kickass baking. I'm taking back me one lie at a time.
Why now you ask? Because my dear sweet sister gave me the giant kick in the butt that I needed to remember who I am. She gave me a heavy hard dose of reality, and a huge cup of courage. She reminded that they are people too. They don't care anymore about what they said. So why should I? Crap if that didn't kick me in the gut. Why am I putting myself down for what other people once upon a forever ago thought? Why am I not trying just because some idiot said something stupid? Why am I not reaching my full potential because someone said something that hurt so deeply? The truth is I did all that because I believed it was true. I kept those lies on repeat because I am the one who believed them. And now I am the one who has to let them go. I am the one who has to face my fear of failing and step up to the plate to take the swing. If I don't, the only thing I am doing is hurting me. I'm letting someone else's thoughtlessness rule my life and my fears. My mama didn't raise me to be a quitter or to be fearful. She taught me to face my fears and get back in the saddle. While it's been a long time coming, here goes nothing.
So here's to the lies we can burn and know that we are better. Here's to the days we face our fears instead of letting them rule us. Here's to the days we stand up, step up, and take that swing. Who knows? Maybe we will discover things we didn't even know we could do. And we will ROCK at them.
P.S. Sorry for the earlier glitchy post. Hopefully this will sort it out.
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