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"Don't make it about you."
Those words rang in my ears during a conversation with a friend. Someone I trusted. Someone others looked up to and respected. They had power and influence in spaces I didn't, and I had always taken their feedback to heart.
They thought they were helping. I thought the same too, that's why I believed it.
But their comments overtime chipped away at my confidence subconsciously, and that's on me, because I allowed it.
I got where they were coming from: stay humble, make it about service. But the reality was it has always been about service. I wouldn't have started a charity for teenage girls to flourish if this was about me.
The sting of comments like this made me want to shrink. To hide. Because putting myself out there didn't feel safe if it only invited more judgement. And what hurt most was that these words weren't just from strangers. They came from people I called friends.
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