My Worth Isn’t Up for Debate

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There’s a part of me that used to flinch at criticism.

Someone didn’t like how I spoke.
Didn’t understand my choices.
Didn’t respond the way I hoped—and suddenly, I’d question everything.

But I’ve done too much inner work now to hand my worth to strangers.

My worth isn’t up for debate.

It’s not something someone else gets to give—or take away.
It’s not dependent on praise, validation, or how many people approve.

It’s rooted in how I show up when no one’s watching.
How I treat people who can’t give me anything.
How I choose integrity even when it’s hard.

And on the days I forget that?
I come back to this truth:

Someone else’s discomfort with my authenticity is their work, not mine.

I don’t need to shrink to soothe them.

I just need to keep standing in who I am—with quiet, grounded strength.

That’s enough.

And so am I.