day twenty-five: I heard something unforgettable

Share something someone told you about yourself that you've never forgotten. 

You talk too much. Your chest is too big. I'm proud of you. No one will ever love you as much as I do. You are beautiful. You make me act like I do. You are funny. You are very smart. The list can go on and on. And on.

They have all stuck with me. The good is easier to forget than the bad. I once heard somewhere that it takes something like 10 nice comments to erase the damage of one bad one? I don't know if that's true but I could see it being so. And I feel like it is for me.

Now most of the above remarks were said in the midst of adolescence and I'd like to say I can keep that in mind. But I can't. Those comments burrowed in my brain and are there. They affected me then and just stuck and became part of who I am. Silly as that is. Who would ever be ashamed of having a big chest? Ha. Either way. I remember a lot of comments about myself because I'm a wee bit insecure. Just a bit. But I don't dwell on these comments made in the past. Don't mistake this for dwellage. The topic is what it is. Most of the time my mantra is that I don't care what people think. Or so I'd like to pretend. ;)

Tomorrow's post: I'm going to read something. On The Internets.


  1. No one will ever love you as much as I do-- I had my ex-fiance tell me that. as I was breaking up with him. I stared at him for a solid five minutes before responding.

  2. i've never understand why people say that, "no one will ever love you as much as i do." sounds more like a threat. and love shouldn't threaten.

    "the bad stuff is easier to believe". didn't julia roberts say that in pretty woman?

    i've a list of good things people have told me on my phone. i look at it when my perception of myself gets too distorted, like i'm in a house of mirrors. and even then, even when i am armed with all this positivity, i've a hard time finding the exit back to the truth. can't see myself for who i am.

