I inspire people. Just by walking into a room.
I've fought this fact most of my life. I'm not Mother Teresa. I don't have a cause to fight. I don't try to change people's lives (well let's hold off on that last one for now).
How could I possibly inspire someone, or even a group of people just by walking into a room? They don't know me. I could be a horrible person.
Just because I wiggle? No. Heck no. To be inspired by someone, you need to know their heart. Watch them do something good. Hear them share their life-changing views of life. Not me. When I walked into a room, I invoked curiosity, pity, and yes sometimes fear (a cute little four year old once saw me coming and said, "Oh, PLEASE don't eat me!").
Except this way of thinking is just NOT true. Period. It's taken me thirty-*ahem* years to just START to understand. It's not about me; never was. Yes, I had my stuff ... my struggles, my own journey. But the feelings that people felt while they are around me...wasn't and still isn't about me. It's about them--the people in my life; even for a brief moment. Who am I to say how they're supposed to feel? If I can inspire in ANY capacity, that's a good thing. Period.
And if I can take it one step further to share my journey I've had with my amazing, wiggly, imperfect body with others, that's a good thing too. So, this is what I do.
'Cuz it was never about me.
I've fought this fact most of my life. I'm not Mother Teresa. I don't have a cause to fight. I don't try to change people's lives (well let's hold off on that last one for now).
How could I possibly inspire someone, or even a group of people just by walking into a room? They don't know me. I could be a horrible person.
Just because I wiggle? No. Heck no. To be inspired by someone, you need to know their heart. Watch them do something good. Hear them share their life-changing views of life. Not me. When I walked into a room, I invoked curiosity, pity, and yes sometimes fear (a cute little four year old once saw me coming and said, "Oh, PLEASE don't eat me!").
Except this way of thinking is just NOT true. Period. It's taken me thirty-*ahem* years to just START to understand. It's not about me; never was. Yes, I had my stuff ... my struggles, my own journey. But the feelings that people felt while they are around me...wasn't and still isn't about me. It's about them--the people in my life; even for a brief moment. Who am I to say how they're supposed to feel? If I can inspire in ANY capacity, that's a good thing. Period.
And if I can take it one step further to share my journey I've had with my amazing, wiggly, imperfect body with others, that's a good thing too. So, this is what I do.
'Cuz it was never about me.
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