I learned how to be independent and self-reliant from my mom.
Because she was too wrapped up in her pain and making life appear perfect to nurture or encourage me.
I learned how to shrug off the teasing and name-calling.
Because hurt feelings and tears garnered me no sympathy.
I learned how to stand up on my own two feet, make my way and fix my own problems.
Because I had no shoulder to cry on, no safe place to fall.
I learned to put on a happy face, even when my heart was breaking.
Because appearances are more important than truth.
I learned to make people laugh.
Because their laughter was a reward and validation of my existence.
I learned at a young age I wanted to be physically strong and capable and tough.
Because I was once little and helpless and was violated.
I learned how to be proud of myself.
Because I never heard "I'm proud of you."
1 comment:
Beautiful but sad. Thanks for sharing. I'm proud of you!
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