My favorite things:
Not Carrie Underwood
Thanks for being/having all those things.
I’m starting to learn that I don’t always have to be so combatant and ready to fight, because not everyone wants to fight me. I don’t have to apologize anymore for my emotions, because they don’t make me weak. I don’t have to reluctantly give my insecure opinion all the while including the disclaimer, “Well, if you don’t like that screw you because feminism !” I don’t have to use sarcasm as a weapon. I don’t have to be petty. I don’t have to be defensive and I am allowed to ask for help.
I’m allowed to be as soft as I want to because there is no right or wrong way to be the right or wrong kind of woman and I don’t have to say anything else about it.
Listening to a Bishop T.D. Jakes sermon on the way to my therapy appointment.