It matters to me what people think of me. OK, not the whole world, just my circle of "True Love" friends. I value their opinions and I seek their advice. I know they have my best interest at heart. They have shown me that they love, care and respect me. They have walked through fire with me and have not complained once. But at the end of the day my opinion of myself is the prevailing opinion.
If I do not hold the highest regard for myself, how can I expect others to? If I am not my own biggest cheerleader how can I expect others to be? If I don't believe I deserved to be loved in a righteous way then, how will true love ever show up?
I am my biggest fan. I am my biggest fan. I am my biggest fan!
The world in all its beauty will from time to time whisper You are not good enough, you are not smart enough, Who do you think you are?
The Haters...an urban hip term for naysayers, doubting thomases, folks who never have nothing good to say about anything let alone me. Are all
around us at every turn. They can be loud and intimidating. They are dream stealer's and killers. They can be the close relatives or co-workers, lovers, neighbors. Their insecurities fuels their hate. Some could come off as supportive, but really they are not, they work hard at planting the seeds of doubt.
I have learned not to give any energy to haters and recognize them when they step in my path. I know that as long as I know who I am and trust in my dreams and move forward, that what anyone says in opposition will be of no consequence to me. I go my own way.
I am my biggest fan! I am my biggest fan! I am my biggest FAN!