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I had trained myself to believe that I didn’t deserve love unless I was doing for others, that my worth was tied to my output, my ability to service people’s needs, that focusing on what I wanted was selfish, an instinct that should be suppressed. The little girl in me, whose needs for space, stillness, love without stipulations had not been appropriately honored or addressed: She was pissed.
On Our Best Behavior: The Price Women Pay to Be Good
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