A few of you saw my Periscope on Wednesday. So you saw how it was the Hot Mess Express. You saw how my ADHD is a real thing. But I hope you also saw something else – the fact that I’ll be damned if I let someone steal my joie de vivre. Here’s the thing about haters; it’s never, ever about you. It’s about them feeling small and ugly and unloved. They want someone else to feel small and ugly and unloved, too. Don’t let them do that to you. Don’t let anyone do that to you.
Now I’m not advanced enough to return the hate with love yet. I’m working on it. For now, though, I’m happy I can respond without hate. I stay sassy and let them know I don’t really care what they think because I don’t. At some point, I hope I can ignore it completely or respond with love. But I’m just not there yet.
On the flip side of this, part of learning how to build yourself up is to learn to take a damn compliment. It frustrates me to no end to see women (or men) respond to a compliment with some kind of self-deprecating remark. Y’all, I know the temptation to do this is very, very strong. Today, after my Periscope, I got a lot of love from my friends in the Socialite Suite*. It was really, really, really hard to not point out all the terrible mistakes I made, how much I played with my glasses, how unfocused I was, etc. But instead of doing that, I made myself say, “Thank you.” And I left it be. Because why would I ruin an outpouring of love with a bunch of lame bullshit no one but me cared about? Pro tip: There’s no good reason to do that.
So. TL;DR – ignore your haters, thank your fans.
*If you’re not a member of this community, you probably should be. 😉
Wife to Bill.
Mother of Matt, Lenna, and Tricia.
Managing Editor of Audaciously Fat.
Mammalian servant to an avian despot, Courtney Lovebird.
Deliriously happy about all of it.