I see you everywhere I go. All around me, you're everywhere. So much insecurity. So many of you deferring to these guys. Hanging on to them so tightly, literally. Like you need them.
You believe you do. It’s the flawed belief system that’s in so many of you. You're not flawed; it's just the system you bought into, that you've been programmed with.
It's your beliefs that fuel the insecurities, making you believe you need a guy to choose you in order for you to be all right. I know, because I've been there.
I see you. You’re dressed to attract (the wrong guys). You’re talking to attract (the wrong guys). But if they’ll just hold your hand one more time you’ll take it, because you need that to know you have worth.
You just don’t realize you already have worth, without them; that you have a birthright to claim, just because you’re you. Just the way you are.
But you won’t believe it, because no one makes you feel OK, no one has ever made you feel OK; in fact just the opposite.
But the point is that you don't need anyone else to make you feel OK. You can just feel OK, make yourself feel OK by just being yourself. Just reveling in you. Because you is where it’s at. You’re special just because you’re you. Not anyone else.
But you won’t believe it; no one does. And you can’t get that empty “who do I think I am?” feeling out of your head.
Because we all shortchange ourselves. Believe we’re nothing. Believing we're nothing without being chosen, without a worthy guy to make us worthy. Without a guy who measures up in our culture with what our culture says he needs to be. What we need to be.
So there you are, all dolled up, all sexy, showing your worth, showing what you've got. Because if you’re not putting it out there, someone else will and she’ll be picked. She’ll be the chosen one. Because that's what we think it’s all about.
Pick me, pick me, please pick me.
I hear you because I used to be saying it too. And now I'm trying to drown out all those other voices with mine, saying, beautiful one, beautiful you, come home to yourself, and the beauty that is in you; the beauty that is you.
Being chosen is a lie. You've got it all inside. You don’t need anyone outside of yourself to make you feel alive. You were picked on the day you were conceived.
The universe became a better place on the day you entered the world.
Just beautiful.. And profound! Thank you, Jane: you rock!
Thanks, Monica. Glad you enjoyed this 🙂
Jane,
Wow...Your first paragraph is exactly what even I (man) think just by observing behavior, tone of voice, and demeanor with girls/women. Most women seem to have a genetic disposition to see this in guys from a young age. I've learned to develop it over years.
I wish every girl/woman would read this article and I'll be referring some to this article.
I remember one girl I dated was very simple, kind, and child-like. I loved this about her and made it known constantly. It had nothing to do with what she wore which where just very classic clothing, little makeup, and simple earrings. However, sometimes no matter what you say or do it will take time to convince a girl/woman of this over time.
I've told this before to girls and I'll say it again, when a guy likes the very things about you that you yourself don't like, that IS A GOOD SIGN because most likely the things you don't like about yourself are things compared to other women and you've duped yourself to think you wish you had them. For instance, I've chosen NOT to date women with implants. I hate them because of what they symbolize...shallowness.
I find two types of insecurities...Some are healthy reasons and some unhealthy. Some will be the result of men with good words that don't keep them...and some will be the result of your own unhealthy attraction to the wrong men. I personally choose not to be a part of the problem but a part of the solution...and keeping my word it the most basic ones.
Jane speaks the basics here and make sure you master the basics before you jump to the advanced levels.
Thanks for the feedback, Damien. It's not very often we have a male perspective on here. 🙂