"Please don’t sacrifice your childhood trying to become enough. Don’t postpone your happiness until someone approves of you. Don’t spend your life collecting compliments to convince yourself that you matter. Your worth was never hiding inside someone else’s opinion. It has always lived within you."
That line hits hard. For years now, i've been asking people for advices about my looks, character, personality, way of thinking. Just because i need approval from other people saying you're good enough. But never i find it helpful or enough coming from other people. Always i yearn more and more. Searching for more validation hoping one of their words would heal me from the inside, somehow "fixed" my broken unfinished me.
But in reality, now i realized... it was never about their approval, but its about how i accept myself. It's about appreciating myself, and not asking others to appreciate me for the way I am.
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The fight to feel worthy is the most painful fight as it takes away your innocence, elements of real you although makes you resilient but not without cost
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“You were born worthy. You always will be."
To the Little Girl Who Thought She Had to Earn Love
There are days when I find myself longing for something impossible.I wish I could walk back through the corridors of time, find the little girl I once was, kneel beside her, wrap my arms around her trembling shoulders,hug her tightly and tell her something she spent her entire childhood waiting to hear.
“You don’t have to try so hard anymore.”
“You were never difficult to love.” "You are capable" "You are desired" "You are perfect"
When I look back today, I don’t remember a childhood filled with toys, festivals, birthdays, and school memories instead I see a girl who felt inferior, who needed constant validation, reassurance, who didnot feel that she is loved, who didnot like the way she looked, who didnot like her existence because of everything around her, who could not find anything good in her, who always felt she is not good in anything and tried to hide her feelings with stubborness, anger and escape from everything.Her days started and ended not with games and fun but with questions in her mind.
"Why god made me like this"
“Will people love me if I fail?”
“What should I do so that people value me?”
“How do I become enough?”
No child should ever have to negotiate with life for the right to feel loved.
Yet I did.
I don’t know exactly when it began.Maybe it was in the comparisons. Maybe in the unnoticed moments. Maybe in the silence after trying my best. Or maybe it was simply the way a child’s innocent mind interprets the world.
Somewhere along the way, I quietly accepted a dangerous belief.
Love must be earned.Worth must be achieved.Acceptance must be deserved.
So I kept trying.I tried to be better, Kinder, Smarter, More helpful, Less of a burden.
I learned to measure my value through other people’s smiles, Their compliments became my confidence, Their approval became my identity, Their acceptance became my peace, And every time it disappeared, I disappeared a little with it.
The tragedy of childhood wounds is that they don’t remain in childhood, They quietly grow up with us, Years passed.The little girl became an adult. But inside, she was still working tirelessly for something that had never been hers to earn.She constantly was finding a place where she felt worthy, where her presence could be celebrated, where she was required , where she didnot just exist but she was important. The desire became chase, she was basically searching a home where she could just relax and feel this is where I belong. She started fighting and struggling with life, to feel valuable and to achieve something not because she wanted to but she wanted to be loved as she learnt on her own that love comes only when you are worthy.The fight to feel worthiness is never easy as you are fighting for something that exists only in your mind. This fight undoubtedly made me resilient but wounds were not healed.
Then life, in its mysterious way, began dismantling everything I believed and demanded
Pain became my teacher, Heartbreak became my mirror, Failures became invitations to look inward instead of outward, I found myself turning pages of books that spoke about healing instead of achieving, I discovered spirituality, not as an escape from life, but as a return to myself.Slowly, painfully, layer by layer, I began meeting the child inside me.Not the confident adult everyone could see.But the frightened little girl who still believed she had to earn love before she deserved it.For the first time in my life, I didn’t try to fix her.I simply sat beside her, I listened, I understood, I cried with her.And then I told her everything no one had ever told us.“You are not difficult to love.” “You never were.” “Nothing was wrong with you.” “You never needed to become extraordinary to deserve ordinary love.”
That realization changed everything.
Today, I still work hard, I still dream,I still chase excellence. But not because I am trying to fill an emptiness.Not because I am begging the world to tell me I matter.I do these things because they bring me joy.Because creating fulfills me, Because learning excites me, Because serving others gives my life meaning.The difference is invisible to the world.But it is everything to me.
Today my happiness no longer depends on applause, Compliments feel beautiful, but they no longer define me.Criticism may hurt, but it no longer destroys me.
For the first time in my life, I know what freedom feels like.Freedom is not having everyone’s approval.Freedom is no longer needing it.
Sometimes I still imagine meeting my younger self. I picture her sitting quietly in a corner, believing everyone around her is somehow better, prettier, smarter, more lovable.
I imagine holding her tiny face in my hands and saying,
“You have carried enough for one lifetime.” “You don’t have to spend your childhood proving that you deserve love.” “You are allowed to simply exist.”
If I could, I would apologize to her. Not because she did anything wrong. But because she spent so many beautiful years fighting a battle that existed only inside her mind.
A battle against imagined unworthiness.
A battle against invisible inferiority.
A battle she was never meant to fight.
I cannot rewrite her story, Time does not grant us that mercy. But perhaps I can help rewrite someone else’s.Perhaps somewhere, another little girl is sitting in her classroom wondering why she isn’t enough. Perhaps a little boy believes his report card determines whether he deserves affection.
Perhaps an adult is still exhausting themselves trying to become worthy of being loved.
To every one of them, I want to say this—
Please don’t sacrifice your childhood trying to become enough. Don’t postpone your happiness until someone approves of you.Don’t spend your life collecting compliments to convince yourself that you matter.Your worth was never hiding inside someone else’s opinion.It has always lived within you.
Love your crooked smile, Love your imperfect voice, Love your failures, Love the parts of yourself that the world asked you to hide, Give yourself the kindness you keep waiting to receive from others.
Let people love the real you—not the version constantly performing for acceptance. One of the greatest lies we ever learn is that inferiority is real, It isn’t.It is simply a story our wounded minds repeat until we mistake it for truth.
As I write these words today, I no longer wish to become enough.
“You were born worthy. You always will be.”
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"Please don’t sacrifice your childhood trying to become enough. Don’t postpone your happiness until someone approves of you. Don’t spend your life collecting compliments to convince yourself that you matter. Your worth was never hiding inside someone else’s opinion. It has always lived within you."
That line hits hard. For years now, i've been asking people for advices about my looks, character, personality, way of thinking. Just because i need approval from other people saying you're good enough. But never i find it helpful or enough coming from other people. Always i yearn more and more. Searching for more validation hoping one of their words would heal me from the inside, somehow "fixed" my broken unfinished me.
But in reality, now i realized... it was never about their approval, but its about how i accept myself. It's about appreciating myself, and not asking others to appreciate me for the way I am. -
The measuring yourself through others' smiles part, yeah. I'm not sure I've fully untangled it yet either. But I recognize that spiral.
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When you sat beside the kid inside you instead of fixing her, what did that actually look like? Journaling, or something else entirely?
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The measuring-your-value-through-other-people's-smiles part, I lived a version of that for years, just wrapped in church language. Approval from the youth pastor, from my parents, that was the whole currency. Leaving didn't hand my worth back automatically either. It took a long quiet while of sitting with the younger me before I stopped keeping score. Thank you for sharing it.
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You say you sat beside the kid inside you instead of fixing her. What did that actually look like day to day, journaling, quiet time?
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What I keep thinking about: anything you have to earn can also be taken back, so earned worth is always on loan. The version you reached, where it was yours before you achieved anything, is the only one that holds up on a bad day. Was that shift sudden or slow for you?
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