Listen to this…
She should not be wearing leggings with an arse the size of the Isle of Wight. I refuse to give money to a beggar who has a better mobile phone than me. He’s letting those kids get away with murder – what a terrible dad.
That is the voice of judgement and it rings loud and clear in my head. I judge others and I judge myself. Harshly. I’ve been doing it all my life and to be honest, I’ve never given it a moment’s thought. I like being right and it feels good when you think you are better than everyone else, doesn’t it?
Then something happened. Another person listened to me bare my soul with compassion and without judgement. It was an incredible feeling, so powerful it switched on a lightbulb in my head. Perhaps I could do the same. Why don’t I stop judging others and myself? I mean really, what’s stopping me?
So here I am, trying to do just that. I’m kind of getting the hang of it, but old habits die hard. The inner critic’s voice still spews forth in my mind and I have to make a conscious effort to stop it. ‘Sorry. No judgement allowed here. Please move on.’
It’s better for me, for those who know me and those who don’t. So please, rest assured that if you are bigger than a size 8 and happen to walk past me in a pair of leggings, I will not judge you for it…unless they are white 😉.
I’m a big bouncy ball of love.