I was once told by someone who was supposed to love me unconditionally (but didn’t, couldn’t) that I was not supposed to think I am awesome or say out loud that I am awesome, that was his job. Thankfully, by the time he told me this I’d already decided we just weren’t right for each other and we’d be better off going our separate ways, better off for everyone involved. I can only hope he’s met some other women since our time together who know they’re as awesome as I generally tend to think I am so that he understands a strong minded woman isn’t a threat and isn’t something to beat down until she hates herself for loving you.
But my point is that it’s hard for me to have a day where I don’t think I’m awesome because it makes me feel like I’ve had a maaaaaaajor setback.
I can’t go back to that place I was at, hating myself every day and generally feeling not good enough. I won’t let me. And thanks to everyone who helped me through that day because I truly do appreciate you for doing that. I might be all Beyoncé independent, throwin’ my hands up at ya, but I still need my friends when I feel low. So, awesome job everyone who helped me through, you rock.
To show my gratification I offer you my Chinese Mexican half-black bean, half-chili nachos with extra jalapeño peppers. NOM!
that looks pretty yummy. see ya Wednesday.
I am very happy you are in a happier mood today!
And that looks good. I want Mexican now. Yum.
Uh… in that first picture… is that me… scratching my balls???
Colorful food and a smiling beauty… all the right ingredients for a great photo.
Yum! Is it gluten free?
I always think you are awesome, Poppy! I, however, am not awesome. I have teenaged daughters who tell me so. I think putting me down makes them feel awesome.
Next visit, I need to try those! (Though if that white stuff is sour cream, I’ll skip that, thanks.)
Also, even though you don’t need the validation, it’s still okay if I tell you you’re awesome, right? ‘Cause, you are!
Awwwww Poppy. I want to punch that dude in the face.
Then, while you’re all distracted and “omg what did Sheila just do?!” I would steal your dinner and run away with it.
Now I’m hungry! And I want nachos! And it’s only 8:30! And we don’t even HAVE Chinese Mexican here.
I’m glad you’re feeling awesome again. Because you totally are.
That shizz looks gooood!
Here’s to nothing but loving yourself days from hereon out!
And if not, I will always remind you how freaking awesome you are.
Cause you are.
I’ll let you have the Chinese Mexican all to your awesome self, mkay?
Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t see your sad Poppy post earlier. I would have told you that you are incredibly awesome and when I feel not so awesome I think of you and feel better. Maybe that seems weird to you, but it makes sense to me. Maybe one day we can talk about why.
Your post today reminds me of this guy my best friend dated. He was half Chinese, half Cuban. And, yes, I know that Cuban and Mexican are SO not the same thing, but… Chinese and chinese are.
Mmm, the food looks yummy! I’m glad you’re in a better mood now!
Now I want Chinese food. Or Mexican food. Or Cuban food (from Faiqa’s comment).
There ain’t no good Cuban food in this area though. Rat farts!
And cheers on being awesome ever day.