You Are Worthy Of Love And Respect

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You’re worthy of being loved as deeply and purely as you love. 

Don’t ever let anyone make you doubt that, ever. 


I hope you understand that rejection isn’t a reflection of your worth. If someone tells you they don’t want you, believe them the first time. It doesn’t mean that there’s something wrong with you. So, you really shouldn’t be waiting around for them to change their mind or give you false hope. You deserve someone who knows they want you from the start. 


I know it’s easy to lower your standards when you’re feeling rejected, but that’s not the way to find happiness. Loneliness and the fear of being alone might push you to settle for what you’re better than, but you’re only going to harm yourself sooner or later - emotionally and mentally. It’s okay for you to feel hurt or sad, you can cry all you want (if you’re a crybaby like me) but don’t dwell on it for too long. 

These things are easier said than done sha. Trust me, I know.

Rejection should never make you feel like you should change yourself. You are more than enough and the right person will surely see it and appreciate it. Begging for someone to want you is a kind of validation-seeking behavior that is unhealthy. 

You better pack your bags and walk away with your dignity and self-respect 😒


Remember that you have the power to choose who you let into your life, rather than settling for someone who doesn’t see your worth. Their opinion of you doesn’t define you, it never should. 

Feel free to be sad, rant to someone you trust, cry into your pillow, be heartbroken all you want - but don’t wallow in your pain that you forget to pick your head back up. You’re better than that !

Focus on moving forward and believe you will find someone who cherishes you with all their heart. Keep an open mind and trust that the universe has your back💕


Toodles.


P.S: If after all this, you still decide to be with someone you know doesn’t rate you - I promise, your breakfast will be televised 🙏🏻

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