Who says we’re not worthy?

April 12, 2006 by Serendipity

During my usual blog reading this week I have picked up on a common theme amongst us ladies - lack of self esteem! I have read several posts about how badly people are being treated by their man, a couple about how everything would just be so much better if only they lost weight, and one saying that her own mother had told her she would never find a good man unless she had her boobs done!!

It got me thinking how much of an impact our own self esteem (or lack of it) has on our love lives. I’ve come to the conclusion that it plays a big part.

I was engaged for three years to a man who called me names like “chubbs” and made remarks about the size of my ass whenever the mood took him. Why did I stay with this man? Well the only real conclusion I have come to is that he made me feel so bad about myself that I genuinely thought I would never find anyone who thought any differently
about me.
When we split up I had no confidence in myself. I believed myself to be all the things he had called me.

So what’s changed? Well, apart from getting rid of about 200 pounds of excess weight (ie. the boyfriend) not much. I could still do with shifting some pounds. The difference these days is that I won’t settle for someone who makes me feel like shit just because I don’t want to be alone. I’d soon stay single than go back down that road.

Who has the right to make us feel worthless? No one!

Is being single really so bad that you are prepared to put up with a total fuckwit just to avoid what you may perceive to be the stigma of ’singledom’? I think not!

Does being a few pounds overweight, or having a smaller bust make you any less worthy of a decent man than a women who looks like they just stepped off the front
page of Vogue? God I hope not!

Self esteem shouldn’t come from what you see in the mirror - it should come from
within. If a man doesn’t appreciate you for who you are then he isn’t worthy of you.
About the author: I’m a single 30 year old living in Nottingham. I recently dyed my hair blonde (albeit a dark blonde) in a vain attempt to inject more fun into my life, either that or subscribe even more closely to the Bridget Jones-esqe life that I lead. I work as a credit analyst which bores me rigid, but it pays the bills. I have lousy rotten luck with men, and I’m still hoping for my Mr. Darcy. I think there’s a good chance I watch too many chick flicks since I’m starting to lose faith in the existence of a decent man. I have a mildly serious case of handbag addiction and I’m a typical Virgo
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