In my 20s, I was a PEOPLE-PLEASER. I wanted to be liked by everyone. I said yes even when I wanted to say no. I bent over backwards to accommodate others. I went out of my way to do many things for them just so THEY would be happy. I thought that nothing mattered more than being accepted by everybody.
Apart from trying too hard, I also thought that….
- money could buy happiness and friends,
- health was overrated and exercise was unimportant,
- even if I was fat and unhealthy, designer labels were more than enough to prove I was superior to the poor, skinny health freaks on the streets.
BUT I WAS SO WRONG.
I was miserable.
Constantly worried about what others thought of me.
Took me long enough to realise that, in order to be happy, I only needed to be true to myself – at the end of the day, the only person to whom I owe an answer, is ME. No matter how hard anybody tries, nobody can please everybody. What others think of me is none of my business. Money can’t buy happiness or real friends. Life is best enjoyed in good health, and good health? Priceless. Designer bags are only for show – they don’t prove my worth.
You know I’m right this time. ;) xx J