“resourcefulness and self-reliance,” by Julia at the Marriott in Providence RI


Tuesday May 6, 2014
8:45pm
5 minutes
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Of course you thought I was fine. I was smiling to myself, exhibiting all the qualities of a self-assured person, no indication that I was uncomfortable because of that head up walk that I perfected. You didn’t think to look beneath the skin. The skin that’s being stretched so tightly across the fear. Across the insecurities and the unhinged truth.
I learned to lie very early on. It didn’t help me. It still doesn’t help me. Not when all you want is someone to see your face, know you’re lying when you’re saying things are great, even when you look convincing. So that you don’t have to do so much work to uphold appearances and prove to everyone around that there could be nothing wrong. Not even a little bit. For someone to take your hand and look into your eyes and say, you can let that guard down now. You can let me in a little even if you don’t want to talk. You can be taken care of even if you don’t think you look strong when you accept that kind of thing.

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