My senior year of high school, there was an entire group of girls that intentionally cut me out of their clique.
I’ll never forget how I felt Fourth of July weekend.
I walked up to a group of “friends”, and a few of the girls intentionally turned their backs to my face when I said hi.
Confused — I then had to hear through the grapevine that they no longer wanted anything to do with me.
I have never felt so unseen, or worthless, in my entire life.
I went home and bawled my eyes out in my bathroom.
I didn’t understand why they didn’t like me.
Hadn’t I been nice?
Had I done something wrong?
Why was I being excluded?
It was then that I decided women were too hard to be friends with.
“𝘐’𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯” cleverly disguised as…
“𝘐’𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘴.”
And for years, I perpetuated this truth.
Has something like this happened to you, too?
Somewhere along the way something happens.
We make it mean something about ourselves.
We create a story.
Then we create this reality over and over again to fit the truth we’ve constructed.
Clever little humans, aren’t we? 🤨
And here’s the thing…
It might not be your fault that you were hurt.
But it is your responsibility to rewrite that story if you want a better reality.
Now two years in to my entrepreneurial journey, I have been able to curate my circle perfectly.
Friends that root for one another.
Friends that lift each other up.
Friends that remind you of your purpose when you forget it yourself (thanks @courtneymeadowsfit)
Your past rejection isn’t truth.
And neither are the stories you’ve held on to since high school.
Instead of letting those experiences define who we are,
Let’s have them define who we become.
Rooting for you,