Do you know that I know how you’ve always let me bethe strong one?every woman for her god damn s
Do you know that I know how you’ve always let me be the strong one? every woman for her god damn self but isn’t it so easy to allow the repercussions to fall on the strong one? the one who’s always okay the one who pulls through the one who gets it done shows up fixes fixes fixes! The one who makes it look easy because the crying happens behind closed doors you’d never know how much crying goes on the strong one only breaks down from time to time. grit teeth force smiles blink up don’t let the mascara run! I am the savior I am the mother I am the Queen I am the drill sergeant I am the scapegoat I am the black sheep I am the enemy. The strong one is always the object of the other’s projection A person embodying strength is a blank canvas for the insecurities of imagination And of all the ways I’ve ever been viewed objectified demonized outcast There’s never been a question as to how much Grief Sorrow Hurt I endured. This is how I served. Do they think that strength is like currency? Just as rich people don’t blink over spilled milk Do I not wince over strength spent on the carelessness of others? No, that’s not how it works. The secret of the strong one is that Strength Equals Survival A strategy learned at a tender age groomed, rewarded, reinforced by abusers. I will always be strong but I’ll never be strong for you again. (at Table Mountain (berg i Kanada, Alberta)) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bz9vd7EgYE7/?igshid=1fq6wrq3hr55s -- source link