I am not so sure about you guys, but ever since I hit puberty, I was constantly reminded, by my mom and friends, to know my worth. My worth as a girl, my worth as a person.
They said that only by knowing this would one find herself being loved. They said that if you don’t know what you’re worth, other people won’t know it either.
They said that not knowing your worth would leave you alone, unloved, unappreciated.
This concept was inculcated in my mind for such a long time that when I heard someone say things differently, I was amazed. I thought that nothing could be supreme to loving and knowing yourself but then I was proven wrong.
Me and my new roommate were driving back to the city from our dorm and naturally, we began chatting about boys, and love, and self-worth. She said, “You should know your self-worth…” And as if that wasn’t enough she added, “Then go ahead and add some tax”.