Freedom & the Importance of Words

 

I’m freeeeeeee!!

My last work day was yesterday.  It is finally over.

In my work to heal years of eating disorder distruction and to move towards fat/body acceptance, I have learned time and time again the importance of words.  Yesterday, I revisited this lesson. 

I have spent the week telling myself that soon I wouldn’t have a job.  I found myself surprisingly sad to leave the office yesterday as I was telling myself – I don’t have a job.  I was sad.  I felt rejected.  I felt lost. 

But, rejected?  When, I resigned?  What’s that about?  And, so, the importance of words… 

I changed “I have no job” to “I AM FREE!!!”  Wow.  What a difference.  All of a sudden, I was able to enjoy the freedom I have gained for myself.  All of a sudden, I was free… not only of a job that makes me want to tear my hair out, but also of a negative and misleading framing of events. 

The moral of this story: words matter.  Talk nice to yourselves.  Sometimes, a positive outlook is a profound act of courage and we are all worth the effort.

–AngryGrayRainbows