Good morning, dear one.
I woke up this morning thinking about how heavy it can feel to be judged by people who don’t know us. In the era of social media, anonymous trolls flood comment sections with the express purpose of causing hurt. In the past few years though, more and more people are feeling empowered to shout their vitriolic hatred from the rooftops in full view of the world.
There’s something I want you to know about people who judge you: their opinion is none of your business. When their words cut deep, I want you to remember that they don’t know who you are, how you feel, or what you’ve survived to be here. They can’t judge you until they have worn the chains that you bear every day, which is something that isn’t going to happen because the last thing a judgmental person is going to do is be inconvenienced by having to think critically about themselves.
You are a precious gift to this world. You are a work-in-progress, but you are already enough. I’m proud of who you are, and never forget that I love you.