"i said what i meant. and i was exactly who i am. that is the final emancipation — not perfection, but presence." Exactly!! Been thinking about this exact concept for the past week. Bless you for articulating it so beautifully 🙏 May everyone here find that freedom!
only we know what made us to be what we are but are we ever going to find someone who will look beneath the flaws, who'll look at the traumas that shaped us to be who we are? if we try to explain it to them, they'll probably say "stop making up excuses". why is this the agony that we crave to be understood by the people who cannot look past our anger, our hurt, our feelings and the violence it took to fight ourselves to be the versions that we are. only to be called names as if they're to rate our soul. do they even realize the power, the impact their words hold over us, and how it pierces right into our soul and stabs us? because no we don't see it coming and we still keep hoping that they'll lift the blanket and see it, unfold that blanket and see us for who we are... but they don't. and then you don't realize when you stop trying to look past their cover :(
i had to take some time processing this because it hit me so deeply. the way you put into words things my little head can’t grasp is amazing. i have been finding the courage to be honest with my feelings yet i almost always result to discounting it for fear of my depth not being understood. this piece has inspired me in so many ways especially in being a rebel with my honesty and vulnerability. i hope i will have the courage to speak up more. thank youu ♥️
Just wow. I needed this today.
"i said what i meant. and i was exactly who i am. that is the final emancipation — not perfection, but presence." Exactly!! Been thinking about this exact concept for the past week. Bless you for articulating it so beautifully 🙏 May everyone here find that freedom!
This hit home…🙏
:Othat was my birthday
Absolutely gorgeous
only we know what made us to be what we are but are we ever going to find someone who will look beneath the flaws, who'll look at the traumas that shaped us to be who we are? if we try to explain it to them, they'll probably say "stop making up excuses". why is this the agony that we crave to be understood by the people who cannot look past our anger, our hurt, our feelings and the violence it took to fight ourselves to be the versions that we are. only to be called names as if they're to rate our soul. do they even realize the power, the impact their words hold over us, and how it pierces right into our soul and stabs us? because no we don't see it coming and we still keep hoping that they'll lift the blanket and see it, unfold that blanket and see us for who we are... but they don't. and then you don't realize when you stop trying to look past their cover :(
i had to take some time processing this because it hit me so deeply. the way you put into words things my little head can’t grasp is amazing. i have been finding the courage to be honest with my feelings yet i almost always result to discounting it for fear of my depth not being understood. this piece has inspired me in so many ways especially in being a rebel with my honesty and vulnerability. i hope i will have the courage to speak up more. thank youu ♥️