I don’t need to act hard, tough, and strong. I know I am.
I’ve proven I’m hard. I’ve proven I’m tough. I’ve proven I’m strong physically and mentally.
I’ve survived my parents’ divorce.
I’ve survived my mom’s suicide.
I survive my own battles with depression, anxiety, and an eating disorder.
I’ve been lonely, lost, confused, down and out, and on the edge.
I’ve run 3 marathons.
Through all of the tragedy, trauma, and adversity, I choose to be soft. I choose peace and love. I choose to be weak and vulnerable.
I can be hard and tough. I love the pain.
I’m a fighter. I’m a survivor. I’m still living and breathing.
The world doesn’t need more hardness and toughness. The world needs more softness, tenderness, healing, and love.