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Whispers

One afternoon I stumbled across an internet commercial called Whispers. It featured actress, Jessica Alba and in it she reveals all the criticism she heard whispered about her, as she made moves in her career and lived out her dreams. In the end she says, “Luckily, one voice didn’t whisper. It shouted from somewhere down deep. And it drowned out all the other voices. And it was my own.” I love the commercial and have watched it so many times since seeing it. When I think about critical things people say, sometimes, I wonder, “Why did they say that? “ and when I can identify where the criticism may be coming from, I move on to keep working towards whatever it is that I’m aiming to accomplish. I’ve had whisperers in my own life, and occasionally still cross paths with people who apparently have extra time on their hands, to be worried about what I’m doing. I’ve heard different things like, good girls finish last, boys are smarter than girls, English majors don’t get jobs, you’re ugly, you’re stupid, you’re slow, and plenty more but like Jessica Alba, I noticed how things came together when I didn’t let my own voice whisper doubt, discouragement, or negativity. My own voice shouts, yes girl, you can… and then I begin to see how I actually can do the things that I believe I can do, and have always wanted to do. In this life, you have to believe in yourself. Putting your belief in people (who can be so inconsistent) can mess you up and make you doubt yourself. Believing is a choice. Be careful what you listen to as far as whispering is concerned, and let your own voice drown out the others. Go…

See the Whispers commercial in the link below :)


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YEvL9kCTcTw
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