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.