For most of my life, I’ve heard from men that I suffer from the no ass at all disease.  I cured myself of it when I gained weight and caught it again when I lost weight.  I used to let that get to me.  At one point in my life I wanted to get breast implants and get a bigger booty.  Thankfully at that point in my life, I couldn’t afford it.  Now I don’t let other people’s opinion of me get to me.  I now know that a woman’s worth isn’t her butt.  A woman’s worth isn’t her breasts.  A woman’s worth isn’t her hair.  A woman’s worth isn’t her clothes.  A woman’s worth isn’t the car that she drives.  A woman is so much more than her outer beauty.  I recently had someone call me a loose woman.  I didn’t feel the need to correct her.  I know the truth about myself.  I have been celibate for 7 years now.  I don’t need to defend myself all the time when other people choose to throw shade my way.  As long as God and I know the truth, other people’s opinion of me doesn’t matter to me anymore.  My opinion of myself means more to me than other people’s opinion.  Even if I was a loose woman that would still not diminish my worth.  I get to choose who I sleep with.  As the saying goes, “Never argue with a fool, they will always beat you with experience.”  Some people say that since I’m a nurse, then I must be a good waitress.  I know that I do so much more than get my patients some water and food.  I comfort the dying, I’m a therapist for the patient and their family members, and I teach my patients.  A person is so much more than what you see with your eyes.  How about looking at the person’s soul strength?  I love to hear stories of people going through hard times and not letting it change them into bitter or sour people.  I love to hear about people being cheated on and that person still holding onto hope that not all people are cheaters.  I have cheated on a boyfriend, but I didn’t like the way it made me feel about myself.  So I decided to not cheat anymore.  My name has been dragged through the mud, but I am still love myself.   I once had a patient who got into a car accident and the patient lost both legs and hands.  The patient was so grateful to be alive.  The patient’s soul strength amazed me.  I loved to take care of that patient because you could feel the love and the support from that patient’s family and friends when I would go into the room.  It motivated me.  If this patient could go through a horrible tragedy and still smile and be a happy person then I could be grateful for what I had and be happy.  At that point in my life, I was focused on what I didn’t have and comparing myself to other people.  I’m just now truly finding my soul strength.  I’m a work in progress and still grateful for everything that I have and everything that I have been through.