What’s the point of Fear of judgment; be authentic, here’s why.

One thing I realized about most people; they don’t really know you, so they judge and judge and judge.

So what’s the point of impressing them? They’ve already judged you. Tell the truth, be authentic, let them judge; let them guess, you’re prepared for it.

Let me tell you a bit of my story, not for you to judge but to get lessons from:

“Back when I was in high school, I had friends; they’re all family oriented, and I loved the idea. At the back of my mind, I hoped that I also have family like them, but don’t have any.

They were very competitive at school and we’re always together. I cried in silence whenever I feel hurt, I just can’t trust anyone. I did not open-up either, except that they knew ‘my family is broken, my father have a new family; and my mother’s far, who treated me like a niece, not like a day daughter.’

I couldn’t really share confusions, conflicts and problems to my uncle’s, cousins, or any members of my old family; because, they also have so much in their plates, it will just cause more conflicts, I have to be an adult to handle my own personal problems.

With the help of my “Faith” in the lord, I felt not alone. I am always in peace, and always praying that everything’s going to be all right with both my parents personal lives. I respect their choices; leaving each other must be hard for both of them. I didn’t blame anybody, they blamed themselves and it hurts me.

Once again, there comes the church being the safest place for me. But even though I have no problems with my parents separation; because in the first place, it made me stronger, stand on my own, think like an adult in such a very young age; I had no choice, I have to talk to adults for guidance; so most of my friends were/are adults, older than me.

But even though, life gave me nice people in return, I can still feel the insecurities, the lack of my childhood; incomplete family, not being able to act normal, like those other kids, enjoying their childhood; I always have to make decisions like an adult; so I was as strict as hell to my self.

There were times that I really want to allow people, friends at school (trying), into my house (she’s still a friend by the way) but I was too scared they’ll just going to judge our ugly comfort room. It sucks! So I became a bad person by not allowing her to come visit my place.

My own judgements stopped me from doing the things that I really want to do. I care too much about what they would say about our comfort rooms; but if I were them, I wouldn’t really judge. I’m never a judger; but maybe, subconsciously I am, but I am really trying to get along, very well; squeezing the best in me to come out.

I just wanted to tell you, that if you’re so worried right now, about what other people or your so called “Friends” think of you; it’s not right. Just do what you want and tell them the truth so you will never have to worry about what they would say. Ask them if they’re “Okay, with it.”

If not, then let them go, they’re not really the right person for you. You deserve better people, who doesn’t gossip about you, who doesn’t judge you nor fake you. Remember those people who have been there for you, watching you rise and fall; and yet remained friends with you. They looked at you, not your positions; how poor or rich you are; not your past, but how good you are as a person.

Be you. Be authentic. Own your truth. Move on. You deserve a better place. Attract the right people. And marry the right guy! 😍

Published by irose

Hi! I'm Roselyn! Username: irose PayPal (In case you wanna sponsor me www.paypal.me/RoselynMina I am a life warrior. I have been through shit, running away from my bliss. But I guess, I've had enough that I want to just be myself. *My mother dreamt of something great; I think I am doing it, this time!⛄

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