I will make an honest confession. I care what people think about me. Sometimes to my own detriment. I encountered a situation today that left me somewhat emotional. While I attempted to fight back tears, I had to ask myself why I felt so hurt. When I came to the realization of the origins of those feelings, I let the tears go and cried. I cried, not because of what the person said to me, but I cried due to the realization that I still greatly care about what people think of me and how they view me. I was heartbroken that this person I have known and loved for years would utter comments towards me that were not in the affirmative because of a difference in opinion, and I was hurt. My reaction caught me off guard. I'd done so well pretending not to care how I was perceived by certain groups or individuals and talked big talk like I was ready to let things run off my back like water. I thought I had shaken the feelings of needing to...
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