I made peace with myself when I asked for help. When I started showing my face in the waiting room even though you expected me not to.
I guess I don’t have much to add to the discussion that hasn’t already been said, but can we please just stop teaching our boys that the only option is to consistently be on the hunt? Like, with a little softness, the gazelle will come to you very willingly, the kink can come later.
I will continue to have to hear advice like, “Men don’t like women who wear a lot of makeup,” “Don’t swear, it’s not lady-like,” or “If you value yourself, you won’t give it all away in one night.” I can’t help but wonder what ‘firsts’ the rest of my life will hold.
Don’t ask me about my sun, my moon, my stars; Don’t think they will teach you my triumphs and scars. The truth you are seeking won’t come in a word. The secrets I’m keeping will speak when I want them heard. Don’t ask me my sign -- no, don’t ask me that yet.
You are stronger than you think. More capable than you know. Do you know this? But really, do you? That you have it in you to make a difference?