Humility out the window: What’s one thing you’re proud of?

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  1. I bought a house by myself, no family support, at 32 years old, just bought myself a new roof in cash.

  2. I made a bomb ass birria yesterday and ate birria ramen for lunch. Out of spite! Because I went to a highly rated Mexican restaurant and their birria sucked. How do you manage to make dry birria?? Somehow they did.

    There are many other things I’m proud of, even in this week alone, but I just had lunch.

  3. I once got a building committee of 14 to unanimously agree on paint colours and style.

    This was after a disastrous meeting where the group divided into two against each other (younger vs older). I took the preferred colour from the older group and applied it in a modern way that made the younger group happy.

    It sounds silly but making everyone happy felt like a victory to me.

  4. This one is NSFW, but I have to share.

    I survived a whole bunch of body shaming in the Mormon church where I attended as a teenager. I got blamed for distracting all the adult men on account of the large chest I landed with. Didn’t matter how modestly I dressed, I could have worn a potato sack on top and I still would have gotten the same treatment. It got so bad that I couldn’t even take a shower with the lights on.

    Years of therapy and one really supportive partner since then. Last month we had our honeymoon, and we spent some time at a topless beach!

    I know that’s not for everybody, not all women would support the concept necessarily, but I totally felt like it was a liberating moral victory. The shamers are fully behind me!

  5. My fitness. I’m at the gym 5 days a week, weights and cardio every day. I average about 12 hours in the gym a week.

    It’s not easy because of my large chest but I decided it wouldn’t stop me and it hasn’t.

  6. My business. The fact I was able to build it with basically just random knowledge I’ve collected through being a fan of my type of products for years lol

  7. Surviving hyperemesis gravidarum. I had it so bad with my daughter. I genuinely wanted to abort her. I was fully prepared. I didn’t want her. I hated her for what she was doing to my body, and taking me away from my other child. But I held on, I survived, and now she’s the greatest thing in my life.

  8. getting into this (what turned out to be dead-end) relationship so i could save their kids. its a really sad story i dont want to elaborate on but you get the idea.

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