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They say sticks and stones can break my bones, but words can never hurt me.

FALSE. FALSE FALSE FALSE. Your brain can feel the pain of a broken heart, just like it can a broken bone. Also, being ignored can cause physical pain. There are parts of your brain that feel intense emotion but because they don't know how to discard it they place it as a physical pain then everything to your brain makes sense.

We all have labels given to us, or created by us. Why do we as humans have these? Maybe because it's easier in our brain if everyone has a place. Some labels can be very positive and uplifting, like:

  • Gifted
  • Creative
  • Kind hearted
  • Beautiful
  • Hard worker


But what about some of the negative labels given to us that aren't as nice

  • Lazy
  • Stupid
  • Won't accomplish anything
  • Not good enough
  • Too fat


Why are we so much quicker to believe, adapt, and even accept these labels before we can accept the positive ones?

We often allow these labels to define us. To create who we are and what we become. I guess it's easier to live up to low expectations than it is to fit the mould and prove we are better than that.

Anytime I think of labels I think of a soup can. I think of how much time, energy, and marketing went into creating that. That company wants you so much to love the contents of the can, and more often than not it's actually pretty good, but sometimes, sometimes it's not.


On those times when the inside doesn't match the outside we are mad, angry, upset and feel as if we were robbed. So why can't we look at ourselves that way, we know what the inside is, and if it doesn't match the outside (things people are saying) That label can fall off. We can let it go. Others will see the good that's on the inside.

Life is hard enough for each of us. Let's make it easier for others by allowing the GOOD POSITIVE labels to stick. There is so much goodness out there, yet we tend to hide it. This is the call to allow that to radiate!


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