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The Elegance of Refusal.

  • cynthiafoustvenner
  • Oct 1, 2021
  • 1 min read

After many, far too many, years of putting myself last, I am ready to stand up for what I deserve.


And with that, means learning to say no.


To end tolerance.


To embark on the path of refusing to stand for subpar behavior and treatment.


Realizing it is more than ok to stand up for yourself and become a priority.


Find yourself important.


Speaking up and speaking out against injustice.


No longer needing to scream, but whispering my new found power.


Seeing how distance can bring clarity.


And with clarity comes confidence.


With confidence comes class.


And refusing to put up with poor conduct; elegant.


Xoxo, C.

 
 
 

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