One of my closest friends told me that I am the strongest person she knows. Me.
She said that she has seen life throw it’s punches and people have dragged me through the dirt, and I have been beaten and torn up. And she has seen me at my lowest and even at my happiest and all the shit in between. She has seen what pain did to me in the past and she sees that pain builds me up. She said that she sees me love fiercely and protect those that are my people. She also sees me walk away from or refuse family entry into my life despite them being the only ones I have.
I don’t see what she sees. I see a woman struggling to find her voice and find her body. I see someone who is used to being in a constant fight or flight mode and doesn’t know how to cope when it isn’t there. I see a woman who has been through a lot and trying to find a footing despite everything from her past trying to barrel its way back into her mind.
Right now, my body is a visual representation of how strong I feel like I am. I want my body to be a visual representation of how strong I actually am.
