Two days ago I found an iPhone on the sidewalk near my apartment complex. It had a missed call from "Jenny Fat A--." I'm not sure who that is, but I'm pretty sure that's not her real name. And I'm willing to bet she doesn't know that's how she's listed in someone else's phone...otherwise, she probably wouldn't be calling. Or would she?
One of my biggest struggles is fear of man. Not fear of men (although that one does sneak up on me quite often) but fear of man...constantly worrying about what others think of me. If I were listed in someone's phone as "Leslie Man Laugh" or "Leslie Talks-Too-Much," I would spend an incredible amount of time and energy trying to change that person's opinion of me. Why? Why would I waste my time trying to convince someone else that I am worthy of their respect when I could just stop calling?
To quote Joe from The Princess Diaries, who was quoting Eleanor Roosevelt (from real life), "No one can make you feel inferior without your consent." So all you Sally Big Noses and Roxanne Lazy Eyes, quit calling the people who can't see past that. Don't give them the satisfaction of deciding who you are. Rock your quirks!
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