one comment which has affected your confidence
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Bustn Justin
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I have been told a loser alot when I was younger.
forksandspoons
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Wow that is horrible, sorry to hear that. You can't let people talk to you that way. Anytime anybody says something like that to you, tell them to **** off, and then tell them what you really think about them. Point out their imperfections. Do it calmly, try to get them to make an ass of themselves.
I don't let anybody talk to me that way anymore ever. Doesn't matter who it is, parents, teacher, boss, whoever. If you let them talk to you like that, they will continue to walk all over you. If you stand up for yourself, the other person may not like you for it, but who cares what they think? If they are gonna treat you like that, you don't need their approval. They won't continue to bully you though, if you handle it right.
9407
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My mom has called me stupid a few times and so have a lot of other people. Also, 2 years ago my so called friend purposely invited everyone one in the circle of friends except me to his party. Also when I was younger I had a bad lisp and a funny sounding voice. That's probably what destroyed my confidence the most.
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"I don't love you" - my mom when I was 4
"you're dirt in my eyes and I wouldn't lower myself to shake your hand" my mom when I was 15
"You lower the standard of everything I live my life for." my mom last week
Among others. I thought these particular ones needed to be written down.
"you're dirt in my eyes and I wouldn't lower myself to shake your hand" my mom when I was 15
"You lower the standard of everything I live my life for." my mom last week
Among others. I thought these particular ones needed to be written down.
emerald_star733
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i was abused as a child and so was a family member of mine.. it has greatly affected how she is in life(very unhappy person).. and one time of many i was trying to bond with her and told her i was abused too trying to be there for her through mutual pain and her reply " are you sure you didn't just imagine it?"
i sat there stunned...and i have never gotten over it.. that was the last time i tried to be there for her..
i sat there stunned...and i have never gotten over it.. that was the last time i tried to be there for her..
ikbenrifi
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A teacher to me , in a mocking way, : " what are you talking about!! "; everyone in the classe started to laugh afterwards, me? i thought i was making a genious point, the teacher has destroyed every single atom of confidence in me that i couldn't collect to the moment !
I don't know why are we so easy to destroy, we don't have the least defense shield to protect our confidence ?!! Especially in this evil world, where the best of the best people get bad comments !
Remember,the more successful you are the more bad comments you'll get, ironically !
I don't know why are we so easy to destroy, we don't have the least defense shield to protect our confidence ?!! Especially in this evil world, where the best of the best people get bad comments !
Remember,the more successful you are the more bad comments you'll get, ironically !
theblank
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When I was in seventh grade, my art teacher randomly assigned each student in the class a month of the year and the task was to draw a picture about what that month represented to us. I got March 
and it meant nothing to me. While everyone else was hard at work I could not think of a single thing to draw and sat there feeling discouraged. I knew St. Patrick's Day was in March, but not being Irish it didn't matter to me. The clock ticked and ticked and it was getting towards the end of the class and I still hadn't drawn anything. Then all of a sudden it dawned on me that St. Patrick's Day meant Shamrock Shakes at McDonald's...and I LOVED those things. I had a burst of inspiration and flew into action. I drew a rainbow leading to Shamrock Shake Trees with Leprechaun's happily dancing around them. I think I had a pot of gold in there somewhere, but I don't remember how it fit in. I was proud of my work and thought for sure the teacher would love it too. When she handed back the graded assignments she held about ten of them back to show the class. I was sure mine would be one of the drawings she'd talk about, but it wasn't.:: When I got my drawing back I turned it over and it said: 75% and her only comment was: "What is this, an ad for McDonald's?"::
I can't tell you how sunk I felt after reading that comment. Here I went from having no ideas to having what I thought was a really good one and my art teacher, the authority figure in my life, hated it. I felt so judged and misunderstood. If only she knew the agonizing process I had gone through to complete the assignment, and if only she could have seen the imagination involved instead of the unintended commercialism, maybe then she wouldn't have judged me so harshly. From that point on I lost confidence in myself as an artist. I went from loving art (it was my favorite class at the time) to not wanting anything to do with it. I stopped taking classes in art as soon as it was no longer mandatory.
Many years later I realized I needed to have art back in my life. I started creating things that I thought were really cool and enjoyed doing so. It was only during this past week after an overwhelmingly positive response by the public to something I created, that I came to the conclusion that I have to trust my gut instincts. I can't be worried about what the critics are going to think because there will always be people who don't like what I do, just like there will always be people who do like what I do...that's life. The trick is to stay true to myself and create things that I find interesting and not worry about who's going to like it or who isn't. I'll find my audience...if there's even a need to have one. It's taken me almost 30 years to come to terms with this, but I think I am headed in the right direction and the wounded artist in me is beginning to heal.
and it meant nothing to me. While everyone else was hard at work I could not think of a single thing to draw and sat there feeling discouraged. I knew St. Patrick's Day was in March, but not being Irish it didn't matter to me. The clock ticked and ticked and it was getting towards the end of the class and I still hadn't drawn anything. Then all of a sudden it dawned on me that St. Patrick's Day meant Shamrock Shakes at McDonald's...and I LOVED those things. I had a burst of inspiration and flew into action. I drew a rainbow leading to Shamrock Shake Trees with Leprechaun's happily dancing around them. I think I had a pot of gold in there somewhere, but I don't remember how it fit in. I was proud of my work and thought for sure the teacher would love it too. When she handed back the graded assignments she held about ten of them back to show the class. I was sure mine would be one of the drawings she'd talk about, but it wasn't.:: When I got my drawing back I turned it over and it said: 75% and her only comment was: "What is this, an ad for McDonald's?"::I can't tell you how sunk I felt after reading that comment. Here I went from having no ideas to having what I thought was a really good one and my art teacher, the authority figure in my life, hated it. I felt so judged and misunderstood. If only she knew the agonizing process I had gone through to complete the assignment, and if only she could have seen the imagination involved instead of the unintended commercialism, maybe then she wouldn't have judged me so harshly. From that point on I lost confidence in myself as an artist. I went from loving art (it was my favorite class at the time) to not wanting anything to do with it. I stopped taking classes in art as soon as it was no longer mandatory.
Many years later I realized I needed to have art back in my life. I started creating things that I thought were really cool and enjoyed doing so. It was only during this past week after an overwhelmingly positive response by the public to something I created, that I came to the conclusion that I have to trust my gut instincts. I can't be worried about what the critics are going to think because there will always be people who don't like what I do, just like there will always be people who do like what I do...that's life. The trick is to stay true to myself and create things that I find interesting and not worry about who's going to like it or who isn't. I'll find my audience...if there's even a need to have one. It's taken me almost 30 years to come to terms with this, but I think I am headed in the right direction and the wounded artist in me is beginning to heal.
Jessquietgirl
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"Why is your hair so orange?"
"Are you a boy or are you a girl?"
"Look at that fat girl. Let's call her cowgirl instead."
"We don't want that fat girl in our play."
"Don't worry. There are a couple of more flights left to walk! You can do it fatty!"
"You suck."
"If you are hispanic, then why are you white and have red hair?"
"I bet you can't even run half a mile. You can't even do a dodge roll."
"God gave you a mouth to speak! You need talk in this world!"
"I don't think you're an extra large, I think you're an extra extra extra large!"
"She can't dance at all, she sucks."
"Keep on running, fatty!"
"Why is her hair always curly? Can't she make it straight?"
"Why did you eat my pizza, fat girl?"
"You're too fat to be in this group."
"Why is she so mean?"
"She looks very fat in that dress."
"You have to learn to speak up in this class."
"Are you a boy or are you a girl?"
"Look at that fat girl. Let's call her cowgirl instead."
"We don't want that fat girl in our play."
"Don't worry. There are a couple of more flights left to walk! You can do it fatty!"
"You suck."
"If you are hispanic, then why are you white and have red hair?"
"I bet you can't even run half a mile. You can't even do a dodge roll."
"God gave you a mouth to speak! You need talk in this world!"
"I don't think you're an extra large, I think you're an extra extra extra large!"
"She can't dance at all, she sucks."
"Keep on running, fatty!"
"Why is her hair always curly? Can't she make it straight?"
"Why did you eat my pizza, fat girl?"
"You're too fat to be in this group."
"Why is she so mean?"
"She looks very fat in that dress."
"You have to learn to speak up in this class."
EscapeArtist
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^ ouch...............
AsTimeBurns
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When I was walking out of school with some friends, a group of girls went past and one of them said very loudly - practically shouting - "Oh my god that's disgusting, you've got serious face problems."
Yeah...won't ever forget that one.
Yeah...won't ever forget that one.
Kristina223
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In class, I was sitting with one girl who I considered a friend. I was joking around, "posing" like a model and I said to her "look at me, I'm a model". And she replied ... "you have to be beautiful to be a model". Although this was years ago, I still remember it. ::
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StupidWiz
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"Oh God, please take him, I can't stand him anymore"
"I never wished to have a son like you"
"Oh God, why did you give me child like this? Other's child is so much better than him.."
my mom about me, she said that right in front of me, maybe to hurt my feelings, even my own mother doesn't want me... ='(
So yeah, since she said that, I've nothing in my life... no ambition, no drive, just feeling empty... I considered myself died since that... I'm no longer a human being, just a ghost trying to get by... =(
"I never wished to have a son like you"
"Oh God, why did you give me child like this? Other's child is so much better than him.."
my mom about me, she said that right in front of me, maybe to hurt my feelings, even my own mother doesn't want me... ='(
So yeah, since she said that, I've nothing in my life... no ambition, no drive, just feeling empty... I considered myself died since that... I'm no longer a human being, just a ghost trying to get by... =(
