On a recent visit to Starbucks, I was wearing my super-sexy boots with black leggings. I don’t wear them that often, since they make me feel a little like Xena the Warrior Princess; too much energy and power for every day, and I’m not always in the mood for it. These are, you know, the over-the-knee type that, if I am to be honest, make me stare at women wearing them ~ and I’m totally straight sexually!
I’m waiting in line, and it starts again. Those hissing voices from the past rising up from the depths like the kraken that devour pirate ships.
Look at that fat piece of shit thinkin’ she’s hot (snorts of laughter).
🎶 Penny for penny, pound for pound, you get more fat from Len than any other kid around 🎶
You’re just a slut.
You can’t do that.
And the entire room erupted in laughter.
Of course, all of this happened in my head ~ replaying things that actually did happen in the past.
So why do we relive, replay, and recycle this trash in our heads? I’m not “fat” anymore. I’m a confident chick who has grown; anyone talks like that to me now would get kicked in the ass.
Have no idea. Probably a kind of tool for survival.
It stops us from being a better person, from growing out of old limits, living by standards set for us that no longer apply. They’re old and not real – mythical like the Kraken.
Acknowledge them, thank them, and send them on their way.