She was wallowing in the wasted waterworks of self pity. She had been embarrassed to be humiliated in front of the crowd. Especially as the accusations came from a member of her own family. She felt the sting of rejection and yet… in her heart she knew the truth. All she had to do was to ignore the cruel lies and hold her head up high. Her truth would be told someday.
Sighing, she dried her eyes, took a deep breath, drew up to her full height and strode forward. It would take courage to get back her sense of self esteem. In time, she would believe in herself again. Taking strength from this unexpected challenge to her sense of identity, she determined to move in a different direction.
Often we take rejection in a personal way, internalising it until it seems to mean something it actually doesn’t. She reminded herself, “You’ve not been rejected. You’ve been redirected.”
This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, July Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’