Thank you so much! I’d have loved to find out earlier, at school that term didn’t even exist, instead I was told to have negative properties without context, had to wait for grammar school to find friends and discuss ways to change.
First and most importantly, your essay and reflections were thoughtful, insightful and can be referred back to by me for a reference on guard rails and signals to be alert to. Thank-you.
Secondly and a minor note, We might want to be careful about how we render mean girls shoe less and pregnant because many nice girls are both also.
“Approximately 1 billion people, or roughly over 10% of the world's population, live without shoes or have inadequate footwear. Among these, an estimated 300 million are children.”
“10% of the world's women live below the international extreme poverty line (less than $2.15
per day). …data indicates that pregnant women are significantly overrepresented in these statistics due to higher vulnerability to economic crises and lower access to resources”
I am confident that you were not aiming the comment at them; that was clear in what you wrote and the context. I am just feeling a bit sensitive about those in poverty today.
It’s a crazy world, unbelievably rich people on one side and incredibly poor ones on the other, and yes, I was not aiming at them, I guess the song wasn’t either, rather at those school kids eager to pull us down while now they have some ordinary commitment, maybe working as shop assistants, which is respectable, too, or carefully walking barefoot on grass trying to afford a life, sometimes with a husband earning 3k a month or something so that it’s not poverty, but choice.
So I was referring to those mean girls pulling me down at that time, saying things to me I believed until I was brave enough to ask my friends if that’s true. (And boys had fun threatening me on my way home, while I was quite slow at walking but grew stronger to escape them, well, I didn’t contact any of them even in grammar school, they didn’t either, so I kept believing what those girls had said to me… on the other hand, noticing I didn’t have a friend but they did, they said to each other that I didn’t care at all about looking better or anything, but believing that, how could I dare to improve myself, it was as far away of an option as idk, travelling to Mars or something.)
Tender souls are indeed challenged by those who delight in tormenting those whose gentleness makes them insanely jealous. I am glad you survived them to be here, Daniela.
I saw that tiny bit of cover for self-compassion... I like that it isn’t shiny or grand, just small enough to actually use when my own head gets loud.
Ahhh I especially liked the part about self-compassion. It’s a game changer in how we perceive life and ourselves:)
Such a beautiful post ! 🫂
Thank you so much! I’d have loved to find out earlier, at school that term didn’t even exist, instead I was told to have negative properties without context, had to wait for grammar school to find friends and discuss ways to change.
First and most importantly, your essay and reflections were thoughtful, insightful and can be referred back to by me for a reference on guard rails and signals to be alert to. Thank-you.
Secondly and a minor note, We might want to be careful about how we render mean girls shoe less and pregnant because many nice girls are both also.
“Approximately 1 billion people, or roughly over 10% of the world's population, live without shoes or have inadequate footwear. Among these, an estimated 300 million are children.”
“10% of the world's women live below the international extreme poverty line (less than $2.15
per day). …data indicates that pregnant women are significantly overrepresented in these statistics due to higher vulnerability to economic crises and lower access to resources”
I am confident that you were not aiming the comment at them; that was clear in what you wrote and the context. I am just feeling a bit sensitive about those in poverty today.
It’s a crazy world, unbelievably rich people on one side and incredibly poor ones on the other, and yes, I was not aiming at them, I guess the song wasn’t either, rather at those school kids eager to pull us down while now they have some ordinary commitment, maybe working as shop assistants, which is respectable, too, or carefully walking barefoot on grass trying to afford a life, sometimes with a husband earning 3k a month or something so that it’s not poverty, but choice.
So I was referring to those mean girls pulling me down at that time, saying things to me I believed until I was brave enough to ask my friends if that’s true. (And boys had fun threatening me on my way home, while I was quite slow at walking but grew stronger to escape them, well, I didn’t contact any of them even in grammar school, they didn’t either, so I kept believing what those girls had said to me… on the other hand, noticing I didn’t have a friend but they did, they said to each other that I didn’t care at all about looking better or anything, but believing that, how could I dare to improve myself, it was as far away of an option as idk, travelling to Mars or something.)
Tender souls are indeed challenged by those who delight in tormenting those whose gentleness makes them insanely jealous. I am glad you survived them to be here, Daniela.
This is a pleasant surprise