I grew up the youngest of five children, got coke-bottle glasses at a young age and had a goofy haircut for most of my life. As a child, I feel like I had more than my fair share of being picked on, beat up or bullied. No doubt I brought some of this on myself, but it felt lousy all the same.

Upon reflection, one of the things I did in response to feeling vulnerable and afraid was develop a wicked sarcasm (i.e., a sharp, bitter, or cutting expression or remark). If I could not defend myself physically, I would defend myself with words. In reality, my sarcastic defense became my everyday behavior, no doubt leading to the unnecessary suffering of the people around me. If you were on the receiving end of this bitterness, I am sorry.

I cannot remember when, but at some point I realized that biting sarcasm no longer served me. Although these days you might get an occasional barb, it is more playful and comes from a place of confidence. I might not have the most fashionable glasses and haircut, but I can take care of myself and I have a great group of friends and family.

If you have a behavior that no longer serves you, let it go.