Breaking The Silence: My Network Marketing Confession

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Let's be real.

There are certain conversations you avoid with your parents.

For some, it's relationship issues. For others, career choices.

For me? It was two words: Network Marketing.

Almost two decades ago, I crashed and burned in this industry. Young, impressionable, and completely unprepared. I used my parents' money to front-load products, talked big game, and delivered exactly zero results.

Not my proudest moment.

So when I decided to give it another shot recently—this time with actual experience, wisdom, and the right team—I kept it quiet. I'd post on social media, attend events, build my business... but whenever my parents asked questions?

Complete diversion. Change the subject. Keep it vague.

Man, the mental weight of that was heavier than I realized.

Last week, I was dropping off groceries at my mom's place. Normal day. Normal conversation. Then she asked about all the business content I'd been posting.

I took a deep breath and just said it.

"I'm doing network marketing again."

I squared my shoulders, jaw tight, ready for the reaction—the disappointment, the reminder of past failures, the skepticism.

Instead, she laughed and said I should've signed up under her account so she could get commissions.

That's it. No judgment. No lecture. Just acceptance.

The tension in my chest released instantly. Like taking off body armor I'd been wearing unnecessarily.

A few days later with my dad—same story. Met for lunch, braced myself for impact when the conversation turned to business.

But instead of the interrogation I expected, he was genuinely curious. Asked about my strategy. Wanted to know how I was building a community differently this time.

Zero judgment. Just curiosity for the work I was putting in.

I drove home afterward feeling ten pounds lighter. Not because I needed their approval, but because I could finally be straight-up with the people who matter most.

The truth? My parents never lost faith in me. I was the one who had lost faith in myself.

I'd created this elaborate story in my head about how they'd react—all based on how I felt about my own past. I was carrying shame that nobody was actually putting on me.

Now I can show up fully—no more filtered conversations, no more dodging questions, no more compartmentalizing my life.

That's true freedom. Not having to hide who you are or what you're building.

What about you? Ever kept something important from loved ones because you feared their reaction? How did it go when you finally told them? What would you have done differently?

Drop a comment. I want to hear your story.

Love, Kendrick Chee