I’m a people pleaser. I think it’s honestly one of my worst flaws other than my impatience. I’m a “yes woman.” I’m codependent. I tell people “yes” because it makes me think they’ll like me. I said yes because I knew it made others happy and in turn, I thought I’d be happy too. I said yes even when I knew making others happy was at my expense and I was sacrificing my own happiness and peace.
Recently, I was watching an episode of Red Table Talk with Jada Pinkett Smith and Gabrielle Union. The episode was originally about friendships but Gabrielle Union made a few statements that spoke to me. When Jada was talking about herself being a people pleaser, she asked Gabrielle how does she deal with that to which Gabrielle responded:
I SAY NO! And no used to be so terrifying because no means a boundary and if you put up boundaries, maybe people won’t come back.
This is me, scared to say no because of how others would react and how it would affect me. Scared that they would leave and I’d be alone again. See, being codependent is unhealthy and it’s even unhealthier when you’re codependent on people. I’ve had to come to the harsh realization that at some point, everyone leaves. Nothing lasts forever … or so they say. I’ve also had to realize that not everyone you lose is a loss.
During Therapy Thursday with Nikkiesthoughts, (check out her IG and podcast), I asked her about my people pleasing dilemma and boundaries. She kindly read me for filth and let me know my boundaries are for me and all I’m doing is getting in my boundary’s way. She asked me how do I feel after I say yes to someone when I didn’t really want to? What feeling do I go to sleep with at night? What feeling do I get when I look in the mirror? She advised me to surround myself only with people who would do the same for me as I would do for them. Matter of fact, be around people who would go above and beyond for you.
I realized I needed to reach a level where I only concern myself with people who believe in reciprocity. I should not concern myself with how others might take offense to me when I tell them no. My main focus should be me and my peace. I’ve come to realize that your growth tends to weed out the bad seeds you were letting sit around while they tried to steal and absorb your light. These people need to go. I’ve always tried to hang on when I needed to let go, not realizing I was only hurting myself more in the process.
It’s time for me to enter a new level where I let go of this fear of people not liking me. I’m letting go of caring and putting others before myself. These changes may anger a few but like Gabrielle Union said, “It’s difficult to take control of a healed, evolved person.”
I loved love ever since we first met.
I loved love when it made me feel special.
I loved love when love made me feel I was the only girl in the world.
I loved love when love swept me off my feet.
I loved love when love made empty promises.
I loved love when love forgot about me.
I loved love when love felt my feelings didn’t matter.
I loved love when love made me feel I wasn’t pretty enough.
I loved love when love told me I wasn’t good enough.
I loved love when love made me feel as if they were doing me a favor by being with a “big girl.”
I loved love when love broke my trust.
I loved love when love compared me to other women.
I loved love when love took my innocence.
I loved love when love hurt me.
I loved love when lied to me.
I loved love when love used me.
I loved love when love left me.
I loved love when love made me cry.
I loved loved when love had me contemplating my own life.
Then I realized … that wasn’t love.
I WAS LOVE. I AM LOVE.
Because I loved love when love didn’t love me back.
But now …
I LOVE ME.
How many of us have ever heard or seen someone in a situation and have been quick to say, “couldn’t be me?” Let’s be honest because I’ve been one of those people as well. There have been plenty of times where some of my friends or coworkers have vented to me about a situation and I’d say girl, you’re better than me because I couldn’t deal with it. I’ve had this way of thinking until it actually was me …
Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot on what the next chapter of my life will include because I honestly have no idea what the hell I am doing. I followed the rules and went to school … twice. I’ve recently completed obtaining a Masters degree and now that I have it, I’ve been pondering over whether or not this is what I want as my career.
Who were you before they broke your heart? Do you remember? I think I was less tainted … my perspective of love being what I thought I saw in the movies. You couldn’t tell me I wasn’t going to have a love like Monica and Quincy. (This was back when I played basketball, now I look at that movie as a crock of SugarHoneyIcedTea.) Then there was Martin and Gina … other than being obsessed with the show, I LOVEDDD their relationship and swore I was going to be in love and have a relationship like that, until …
Every now and then, I like to take time for some self-evaluation. During these moments, I affirm myself, choosing things that I admire and pinpointing when I’ve done something good for myself. Also, I find things that I’m not happy with and do my best to work towards changing them. Instead this time, I’m not conforming myself to fit in where I never was meant to. I’ve tried and failed plenty of times when it comes to being someone more acceptable, more normal, more lovable but there is something I’ve always failed at to which I’ve opened my eyes abruptly:
I’M ALWAYS APOLOGIZING.
“Truth is … I attract damaged people because I have a healing spirit, but who gonna heal me?”
I saw this meme and immediately double tapped it. This is a question I tend to ask myself … mostly after I’ve done what I could to help someone else to only realize I’m alone in tending to my own mess. I’ve wanted to call and talk to someone, to ask for help .. but who would understand and not judge me? Listen and actually hear me?
For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been told that I should lose weight. From family members to doctors visits, I’ve always had someone telling me that my weight was too high. Visiting the doctor became a nightmare for me at a young age because I grew increasingly tired of hearing the term, “obese.” Nothing about the experiences were ever encouraging or motivating but more or less, debilitating to my confidence. Imagine being six or seven years old and being on a diet that became noticeable to everyone at school. This was the beginning of the bullying that I would endure throughout elementary school lasting until middle school.
This is my brain when I’m unable to deal with my emotions and my coping mechanism is … food.
Hey everyone and welcome to my blog! I appreciate you so much for taking the time out of your busy days to indulge and partake on what goes on in this mind of mine. In life, we have all experienced our fair share of laughs, smiles, heartbreaks, and tribulations. Though we have all experienced such, no one ever taught us how to pick ourselves up after we go through hardships. No one advised us on healthy ways to cope which causes us to turn to our own vices, myself included. I feel we’ve only been taught how to tolerate, not how to overcome. I’m on a journey in which I’m picking up all of my broken pieces and am putting myself back together, carefully and with love. I no longer want to hide behind fake smiles and halfhearted, “I’m okay’s.” I became inspired to write this blog because I no longer want to claim the broken mind frame.
Moore or Less will encompass a journey of how a once shattered woman became a breathtaking mosaic of the battles she’s won.