Bless that one person in every group that is like “keep going, I’m listening” and encourages you to finish your story even when everyone else is talking over you.
Because lying to your kids about sex helps nobody. Telling them that sex is “only between mommies and daddies” is a lie that leads to confused, hormone charged teenagers. Telling them that sex is “only something that happens when two people love each other very much” is a lie that causes hormone charged teenagers to confuse “love” with “lust,” or “obsession.” It leads to leaps of logic like, “If I have sex with them, we must be in love.” Or worse- “If I love them, I have to have sex with them.” And how many teenage tragedies are based on that misconception?
i. I told myself I was weak because I couldn’t hold up dumbbells for too long and this guy at work said I would never be strong enough since I started with only five pounds instead of anything heavier.
ii. My father told me I was weak because I didn’t eat enough protein to build muscles and mother said I was weak because I didn’t know how to think for myself or be a lady. But God, I am strong. I am so damn strong and they do not even know nor do they understand the weight I carry around every single day.
iii. The weight of heavy thoughts I can’t seem to get out of my mind like where do I stand in this life, who am I meant to be? I worry about the grades and the job I choose won’t be a career. Adults think that children and teenagers have it so easy but they do not remember what it’s like to go through your life and not knowing who to be and what to do in the next few years. They don’t understand how sometimes blades are people’s best friends and how much media dictates our every move.
iv. So I am here to tell you this, I am not some weak female who cannot lift tools at the gym. I am stronger than you will ever know because there were so many incidents when the voices in my head tried to convince me to give up, to let go, to sleep and never wake up but every single morning when my alarm rings I force myself out of bed.
v. And I smile. I smile even when there’s a s snow storm outside and school is still going. I am still going. Don’t you dare point your fingers at me and tell me I am too weak for my own good.
vi. I am too fucking strong and if you cannot see that, then you are the weak one.