sábado, 29 de janeiro de 2022

Happy New Year.

The thing is I was raised to be confident. 

Every effort of my parents - despite their constant violent acts - was in tune with the idea that I should be entitled. That I am worthy. 

But then there are so many places and people - some of them I really care about - that deny my recognition. They don't appreciate my value. I feel undertaken. I act as I agree. It just makes me pissed off. 

I'm tired of having to prove myself right. That old stereotype, you know. She loves when she's right. I hate being fucking right all the time. Because guess what? To be right I still have to engage with an unfair world, with unfair people, and sometimes it hurts. 

Men hurt, women hurt. I would like to be appreciated. I want my space. My choices. Respect. Self-love. Don't need your approval, won't show you shit. And yes, it pisses me off that you seem to need that. 

Feeling just right without the need of proving myself right to you in conflict. Now, that sounds like peace to me.