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Hello and greetings to everyone after a few days without posting, as there were many factors preventing me from doing so, but I was always quickly reading my friends' posts and interacting with @osisim, about self-esteem—a proposal from our dear @maylin.
From an early age, children are subjected to bullying in one way or another, because play is crucial at that stage and, therefore, nicknames, nicknames, as we say in good Cuban, teasing about skin color, or body type, children see it as normal,
as long as there is no adult present to point out that such teasing is not correct, and if it is not corrected in the home, we will continue to have these problems, as I saw yesterday in a soccer game, discrimination against the Venezuelan player.
I have always been a very confident person. Everyone called me “long legs” because I was very thin and the tallest in the classroom. Of course, that helped me play sports,
but it never bothered me because I learned as a child that the truth, even if it hurts, and they weren't really saying anything that I wasn't, but also at home they taught me to stand in front of the mirror and accept myself because that's who I am.
Over the years, I realized that adolescence is the hardest stage that every child has to go through. They called me proud, but I really was, because I felt proud of every achievement, of the family I had, but that didn't make me difficult to get along with. On the contrary, that's just my personality.
However, as life went on, I don't remember when I started losing my pride and living for others. I realized recently that every time my daughter calls me and asks, “Mom, what are you doing?”, I just answer, “What do you need?”
I rush to be of service to others, when in reality I am giving up my personal well-being. Being available to others became a way for me to feel useful, and feeling useful in life is important. However, being useful is not the same as being used, and that is what was happening to me in the thousands of stories I could tell you.
Making plans to go out, go to the gym, or go to the theater, when I mention it, everyone says, “But why, if you don't need to? You're going to go out with the way transportation is,” and I saw it as them being selfish because they loved me, and I learned that no, that's not love, that's selfishness.
If I don't love myself or take care of myself, no one else will do it for me. I managed to set goals and start giving myself those little moments that may seem silly to some, like my coffee in silence, my morning walks, etc.
We only have one life, and it's meant to be lived, shared with others, not given away. That's my new motto for everyone in my life, every day.
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Mi querida @zorili91, como siempre relatas vivencias importantes y que nos muestran que debemos seguir trabajando por nuestro cuidado y bienestar. Un abrazo❤️