Truth is, I feel too hard, and I let my emotions get the best of me. I used to sit, stare at nothing for hours, and wonder where I went wrong.
Like why don’t you love me as you should? What did I do wrong to make you look over, under, and around me? Never looking straight into my soul. That’s all I ever wanted and needed. When the world proved cold, I needed you to show me how warm it could be.
Truth is, I never thought I was worthy of love because I was flawed. My temper was quick, and my anger could last a lifetime. I thought smiling made me seem weak and an open target for people to take advantage of me. So the more stern I became, the harder it would be for the unwanted to feel bold enough to enter.
Truth is, this was a learned behavior. I remember being told that my features weren’t what they should be, so I began to believe that. I chose to believe what I was told to believe.
Therefore hating what I saw.
I thought for sure when I was stared at, my flaws were uncovered.
Truth is, I’m more of a hugger than a fighter. I like to express my love with words and actions. If I love you, then I can’t tell you enough. I want your spirit around me and smothering me.
Truth is, I am exactly who I’m supposed to be, and now I have the honor of helping others find comfort in their skin.
Truth is….you could have chosen to read any blog, but you chose mine, and I’m honored.