That after so many rejections, I wanted to reject myself, but then found someone who would mail me a check for $40,000, even during a recession, because they were risk-taking business owners themselves.
My insecurity was systemic, and preëmptive, insuring that, before anyone else had the opportunity, I had already rejected myself.
I never meant to give up the possibility of a lucrative career in the law just to be an advocate for the accursed and rejected – and to be accursed and rejected myself.
Hopefully they'll make it over here because I'm tired of people looking like Star Trek rejects, myself included.
And I already know that I reject myself.
I rejected myself, my appearance, my brains, my thoughts, my experiences.
An important part of this process was my accepting myself and rejecting the judgments of others in my own mind.
And, there I found myself; completely rejecting my dear friend and offering whatever shelter I could to his wife.
I'm a mother of two small children, comfortably inhabiting the sort of suburban life I once defined myself by rejecting.
Not looking would be like rejecting some fundamental part of myself.
