One broke me, one fixed me
Backstory
I have been broken in more ways than one and more than one time. I could blame one man. But that would be unhealthy. That type of thinking keeps me in victim mentaility mode. I then carry that into the present where I conduct myself in a manner in which I ask for fixing. I soak criticism in like a sponge because I want to be something, anything, to anybody. I need to start seeing the value in myself despite imperfections. I need to look at those imperfections square in the eye and take them on at my own pace for my own sake and not in an attempt to be a better someone for someone else. I need to be the one doing the fixing. No man, not even the one, can be responsible for putting back the broken pieces of me. The sooner I believe and act on those words the better. by sisterpoet in Six-Word Memoirs on Dec 12, 2012 | 
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lovelylizard says,
You are on the right track. I know, because I've been where you were too. Once you really like and approve of yourself, nothing else really mattters anymore. I have to say that somewhere around turning 50 this all becomes very clear. P.S. A good therapist doesn't hurt either. Good luck.