The toughest fight I’ve ever been in was with myself. I repeatedly take jabs and gut punches when life wants to challenge me.
Forcing crocodile tears to stay in their place but when I’m alone I don’t hold them back. Carefully concealing this side of vulnerability because I don’t wanna be seen as a weak ass bitch.
Cracking my hardened exterior to reveal tender flesh that reminds me I’m human.
The inspiration…
One thing tears won’t do is identify you as weak. If you’re weak, your tears have nothing to do with that. Show them and don’t be afraid to express yourself.
Peace,
Alex B
I was just telling myself sometimes I don’t want to be human, but this reminds me the beauty of being able to feel all the feels. Thank you, Alex.
I know this context isn’t one of embrace but I love this sentiment of this phrase ❤️
“…reminds me I’m human.”