Flee the Cult of Likability

Because we are social beings, our survival and thriving have often relied on our value to other humans. To be pleasant, to appeal, is a form of capital. 

As the pendulum swings in the realm of the patriarchy, this capital may have gained inordinate power. Female bodied humans in particular trek around wearing the yoke of this training. I must be liked. Or else. It is a sort of dull-eyed yet frantic cult, that the behavior and consequences of this paradigm yield. 

When it comes to living your values you ought to disappoint everyone before yourself. Even if this commitment causes you to be unliked. Presume that someone not liking you is their confusion, unless you’ve been unkind in which case, apologies are a nectar of humility. 

Let yourself not be one smidgen, one simpering look, or one quashing of the urge to speak your mind, less honest and wholly yourself than is your exquisite capacity. 

Trust that the expression of your being is as natural as nature herself. Signal awaiting kindreds by letting yourself show, without fear.

Flee the Cult of Likability, leaving your faultless brainwashing behind.

A Dispatch from the Wading Pools of Freedom,
Hilary Elizabeth