“Tell me what you really think…” That phrase makes me cringe every time I hear it - especially when it’s directed at me. And it is, often. I’m honest, always, without being unkind and not shy about asking for what I want or setting expectations. That’s not a trait that’s looked on particularly favourably in women. Many people still expect us to manage the emotions of those around us, to consider ourselves last if it means making other people more comfortable. I’m not here for it. I grew up believing that I needed to be nice, at the expense of my own comfort, in order to be considered likeable, because my value was external to me and dictated by others; that if someone didn’t like me, the fault was mine and I needed to try harder or be better. And if someone did like me, that didn’t mean I could relax; I still needed to prove myself to them, every single day, with kindness and unflagging loyalty and constant giving of myself, regardless of what resources I had left. And then, once, I pushed it too far. I tried to protect someone from an uncomfortable truth that I could never hold back forever, thinking I was being kind. When I finally couldn’t my lie anymore, the fallout was far worse than if I’d just told the truth in the first place. So I will always tell you exactly what I really think. I will always be forthright, even if it makes some people a little bit uncomfortable. Well-behaved women rarely make history and they rarely, I know from personal experience, feel very good about themselves. Speak up. What you really think matters - to you most of all, and you deserve to be heard 🖤 #candvinathens (at Athens, Greece) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpfYSs9LpI-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=












