Accepting Rejection with Resilience Muscles - Habits of Resilience

The First Rejection

There was this really cute boy in my class named Ryan. He was usually pretty nice to me, so I had no reason to assume anything nefarious when he asked me to close my eyes. I was pretty sure he was going to kiss me, so of course, I closed my eyes. Then he used the permanent black magic marker to connect the dots on my freckly face. He got quite a few of them connected before I realized what was going on. Not only did he reject me, but he also humiliated me, and the black marker stayed on my face as a reminder for days that I didn’t belong.

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