I’m a sensitive woman. I watch sappy movies and I cry. I take things word for word. I’m gullible and to some, perhaps a dumb blonde.
I accepted the title proudly and I have no reason to prove them wrong. I am who I am, so be it.
Early this week, the rebellious and denial monster in me took over when I received an email from a first time reader of my blog. Truthfully, I feel bad exposing the email in public. Allow me to apologize in advance.
A compliment taken wrongly on my profile photo. I should be flattered but I was not. I don’t even know where to begin on how to respond to the email. Ignorance is a bliss. I ignored it for a while but it ate me slowly. The gnawing, agitating thought nibbled through my bones that the attraction of readers was purely to see photos of me. That’s sad.
My confidence has absurd dimension. So, I changed my profile photo to what indeed I deem as a photo of me looking sexy. To my horror, yet another reader commented that the photo looked as if I have shit up my ass. That’s sad.
In short, you can’t please anyone. Whatever you do, wear or say or write, you are judged.