Big Girl Panties Diaries – Entry #62: Not for You? That’s Fine. But I’m Not Logging Off
Last week, someone dropped a comment on one of my articles:
"I hate content creators. Stop making commercials."
Charming, right?
It was one of those moments that gives you emotional whiplash—one second, you're riding the high of hitting “post,” proud of what you shared… and the next, you're questioning if it’s even worth it.
Spoiler alert: it is.
I reported, deleted, and blocked. Not because I can’t handle criticism—but because I’ve learned the difference between constructive feedback and drive-by bitterness disguised as opinion. And I’ve got better things to do than argue with strangers who confuse vulnerability with advertising.
Still, I’ll admit it caught me off guard. For a split second, I felt embarrassed—like I’d just said too much at a dinner party where no one wanted real conversation.
I thought about taking a break. About staying in the safe zone. But the safe zone is quiet—and lonely—and way too beige for my taste.
And here’s what I remembered: I don’t write these diaries for everyone. I write them for the people who see themselves in the mess. The ones trying to lead through hard seasons, love their people well, and maybe even laugh a little on the way.
Not everyone gets it. Not everyone needs to. But that doesn’t mean I should be quieter.
Creating in public is an act of courage.
So is staying visible in a world that would prefer you edited yourself into something more palatable, professional, or profitable.
We tell leaders to bring their whole selves to work—until they actually do. Then we call it “oversharing.” Funny how that works.
These diaries aren’t diary entries. They’re leadership lessons wrapped in lived experience. If someone mistakes that for self-promotion, they’ve missed the plot.
I’m not here to sell. I’m here to connect. To make you feel less alone on the days when you’re barely holding it together—or finally letting go. To say the quiet parts out loud, even if someone mistakes them for noise.
Because here’s the Big Girl Panties Diaries truth bomb:
Just because your story makes someone uncomfortable doesn’t mean you should stop telling it.
Some people don’t know how to sit with emotion that’s not theirs. So they label it. Dismiss it. Mock it.
Let’s be honest:
Hating content creators is a weird flex. Especially while using a platform built on… content.
And this wasn’t even a “disagree” comment. It wasn’t about the article. It was the written equivalent of walking into someone’s living room, flipping the coffee table, and yelling “I hate furniture!”
If I wanted to post commercials, I’d get a jingle and a product line.
But here’s what I’ve noticed: We celebrate founders who post failure porn and athletes who cry at press conferences—but heaven forbid a woman talks about resilience with a little mascara and metaphor. Suddenly it’s “too emotional.” Too much what, exactly? Humanity?
To the ones watching from the sidelines:
If you’ve ever hovered over the “Post” button too long… If you’ve deleted something you wrote because you thought, “Who am I to say this?”— I see you.
I’ve been there. And I’ll tell you this: the world doesn’t need more polish. It needs more permission. Maybe someone else’s permission starts with your story.
If fear still whispers “you’re too much”, this one’s for you.
If your silence is starting to feel heavy, maybe this will help.
If you’re stuck in the thick of doubt, welcome to the messy middle.
If “not enough” is the loudest voice in the room, read this.
If you’re in a pause and wondering if it’s weakness, maybe it’s a portal.
Sharing your truth online is like building a bonfire. It might attract a few mosquitoes. Doesn’t mean the fire isn’t worth it.
Posting in public is like putting on a sparkly dress and walking into a room full of people in hoodies. You will get looks. Wear it anyway.
To the people who comment “me too,” who share with a “this reminded me of you,” or who quietly message to say it helped—thank you. You’re why I keep writing. You’re proof that this isn’t noise—it’s resonance.
So no, I won’t stop. Not for a comment. Not for a troll. Not even for the voice in my head that occasionally wonders if it’s all a bit too much.
If you’re putting your truth out there—whether it’s in a boardroom, a blog, or your kid’s school newsletter—I hope you don’t shrink to make someone else more comfortable.
Because the people who matter? They’re not scrolling past. They’re scrolling closer.
BGPD Rule: If your truth makes them squirm, that’s not a cue to stop talking—it’s confirmation you hit something real.
And if I ever do make a commercial, don’t worry—
This vulnerability will be brought to you by people who wish I’d just post recipes.