Actually, I’m not changing—not for you, not for anyone else.
Don’t get me wrong, I love changes. I love new things. I love exploring things that are still undiscovered and I love sailing in unknown waters.
I am not afraid of the future and uncertainty because I’m always eager to see what a new day brings.
I think we all need to change in order to grow and prevent ourselves from getting too comfortable and caught up in our comfort zones.
But what I don’t want to do under any circumstances is change to fit your mold. And I think we waste too much time trying to shape ourselves the way others would like us to be because, at a certain age, we all come to the conclusion that it doesn’t matter how others see us—what matters is how we feel about ourselves.
I don’t want to change to get your love.
People have a certain type of human who they fancy and are ready to give their love to. What happens when they don’t find anyone who fits the profile they’re looking for? Well they try to change others in order to meet their expectations. Only then are they ready to give their love. But it’s wrong.
I want to be loved the way I am. If I ain’t gonna be loved that way, then I don’t want to be loved at all.
I don’t want to change to be liked by your friends.
It’s quite normal these days to look for approval from other people. But I don’t want that because it means little or nothing at all to me. I like myself. And if you like me, then that’s enough.
I’m not gonna get wasted each night out and do stupid things just so you’d entertain your friends. I’m not gonna make a fool of myself just so someone who’s irrelevant for me could say how I’m fun to be around or how cool I am.
If you need me to look silly so your friends would like me and so you’d be able to like me too, then it’s me who doesn’t like you.
I don’t want to dress differently.
The way I dress is the way I am. It’s what I like and it’s what I feel comfortable in. I don’t dress for my mom, for my friends nor do I dress for you. I dress for me.
It’s the 21st century and it’s time for you and the rest of the male population to stop being such neanderthals and leave woman’s dressing to women.
Nothing you say about my clothing will make me change my appearance. It will only make me change my partner.
I don’t want to give up on my goals and dreams for you.
Years from now, I don’t want to look back and ask myself why I haven’t done the things I’ve dreamt of doing.
This is my time and I’ll never be younger or more motivated than I am right now. So I’m sorry, but we either work it out or we don’t. But I’m not giving up on the future I’ve always dreamt of.
I’m not changing my core values.
I believe what I choose to believe in. My religion, my sense of right and wrong, my vision on how a woman should be treated will not be changed for anyone. Only I can change my perspectives and I’ll do it only when I see I’m wrong.
You can’t force me, blackmail me or humiliate me into changing my values. Those are my beliefs and you might disagree with them, but you’re ought to respect them, just like I respect yours.
I’m not turning my back on my friends.
What I hate the most are the people who forget those who were there for them in their time of need. I hate people who forget old friends when they find new ones or when they enter a new relationship. I hate people who give up on people, too.
And I’m refusing to give up on people who were there for me no matter what. They did nothing to deserve that. They’ve proved their loyalty to me so many times to the point where now I’m ready to give up on myself but not on them.
I’m not giving up on the way I feel about myself.
I love myself. I love my life. I know I’m not perfect and that my life isn’t perfect and that there are days when I don’t like it that much, but I always love it.
I am always grateful for everything I have and honestly, I think that one of the most important things a human being can do is love himself the way he/she is.
So, excuse me, but I refuse to see myself only through my flaws and my mistakes. I’m so much more than that and if you’re unable to see it, it’s your problem. It has nothing to do with me. You know, Rumi said that our opinions of others are just reflections of ourselves. I think you’ll get the point.
I don’t want to change who I am for you.
I am my crazy, weird, normal, loud, quiet, smart, silly, pretty, ugly self. I am all of this and I am okay with it.
I love too much. I laugh too loudly. I cry too much. I feel too intensely and I always go after my heart. Perhaps that’s why I always get hurt first. But it doesn’t matter because even if I was different, I’d still refuse to change to please you.
I don’t want to lose myself in the process of loving you or making you love me. If you don’t think I’m worthy of love the way I am, that’s okay. There will always be someone who’ll think otherwise and who’ll love everything about me which you hated or wanted to change.
I am okay with losing you, but I am not okay with losing myself.