Good for Me, Not for You. And That’s Okay

You know, there was some discussion going on between my friend and me. And while explaining my point to her, I connected something I had read a few days ago and came up with this line: “Good for me, not for you – and that’s okay.”

There are some things about us, or in us, that we’ve never really noticed or never had a problem with. And if someone else doesn’t like those things, then honestly, that should be their problem, not ours.

Do you agree with this?

Like – our skin color, our weight, a big mole on the face, our hair, our decisions, our work or even our opinions and much more…..

Maybe I won’t be able to explain this article properly – but what I noticed definitely forced me to think, bro.

When Words Create New Feelings – Not Meant for You

I have a friend whose family has started preparing for her marriage. You know, the whole process – finding a “good” boy.

And usually, when marriage talks or preparations begin, girls are supposed to feel happy, right Excited. Dreamy. smiling.

But during this whole process, something changed.

In the last 6-7 months, the boys who came to see her made her feel something she had never felt in her entire 22 years of life – that she is fat.

A girl who had never thought this about herself suddenly started feeling insecure. she began trying to lose weight.

And of course, she told everyone, “Oh no, I’m not doing this because of anything.
I’m just losing weight for myself. My choice.”

She kept lying – to others and to herself.

Because obviously, the thought that never crossed her mind in 22 years somehow magically appeared now. What a coincidence.

If it feels right to you, It’s enough.

She was happy with her truth. She saw herself as beautiful – and honestly, not just her, all of us saw her as nothing but beautiful.

But now, suddenly, she thinks of herself as overweight. Earlier, neither did she ever feel that way, nor did we ever feel she was overweight.

But now, maybe…she has turned other people’s opinions into her own.

Marriage was meant to be a celebration, not a constant source of stress.

And maybe now, marriage has become more of a stress for her than a source of happiness.