The knowledge that someone else’s opinion of me doesn’t change anything. Like anything. If I wake up on a Tuesday to find out that someone thinks I’m a useless person that doesn’t deserve to breathe, I am still the exact same person I was on Monday before I knew that, and I’ll be the same person on Wednesday. Nothing is different other than their opinion, and they don’t matter.
Now, obviously there are nuances to this, because we do need to consider whether we have things we need to work on about ourselves. But whether someone thinks I’m ugly or stupid or dirty or whatever makes absolutely zero difference in who I am on the inside. I can use that information to make positive changes in my life and improve my interactions with others, but I don’t have to do anything I don’t feel comfortable with.
The only opinion of myself that truly matters is my own.
Testosterone helps. It gives you confidence. As a man I never ever cared what someone thought of me. I just felt that whoever didn’t like me was missing out. Men mostly, gravitated to me my entire life. I’ve had a lot of lovers too (women) but I am not confident. I just never really cared, what’s the point? I forget who said it “you can be called a god and a bastard all in the same day.” 🤷♂️
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Therapy. It was so bad that my abandonment issues were on high alert constantly. No fun. Therapy helped.
Time on the planet
Age and Independence
The knowledge that someone else’s opinion of me doesn’t change anything. Like anything. If I wake up on a Tuesday to find out that someone thinks I’m a useless person that doesn’t deserve to breathe, I am still the exact same person I was on Monday before I knew that, and I’ll be the same person on Wednesday. Nothing is different other than their opinion, and they don’t matter.
Now, obviously there are nuances to this, because we do need to consider whether we have things we need to work on about ourselves. But whether someone thinks I’m ugly or stupid or dirty or whatever makes absolutely zero difference in who I am on the inside. I can use that information to make positive changes in my life and improve my interactions with others, but I don’t have to do anything I don’t feel comfortable with.
The only opinion of myself that truly matters is my own.
Testosterone helps. It gives you confidence. As a man I never ever cared what someone thought of me. I just felt that whoever didn’t like me was missing out. Men mostly, gravitated to me my entire life. I’ve had a lot of lovers too (women) but I am not confident. I just never really cared, what’s the point? I forget who said it “you can be called a god and a bastard all in the same day.” 🤷♂️
Grew up
Knowing that people are usually super busy hating on themselves.
Nobody knows why we exist. Therefore everyone is full of shit
Age… the older I got the less I cared, and I was an extremely self conscious person.
Getting older. As a woman you slowly become invisible the older you get.
When I started working and stopped going to school.
sometimes i see ugly people in relationships, so i realize i could probably get one if i tried hard enough and that the problem isn’t me
I grew up
Nothing never really cared too much about other peoples opinions outside of cases where peoples opinions do matter and do impact me
Lexapro 💗
self hair cuts, not even a joke.
Gave it a crack during Covid, did horribly.
Continued to cut it myself afterwards – sometimes with subpar results.
Turns out no one is looking at me that closely.
At the same time, I’m kind of proud of how far I come along with doing it myself.
When I realized that people gonna talk anyway. So fuck it.
I’m totally comfortable in my own skin and I always have been so I’ve never cared about what others, except my wife and kids, think of me.