The worst part about being perceived by others as “strong” is knowing you’ve got to do it all on your own. No one ever thinks to ask the strong girl if she is okay. It’s an unspoken assumption.
But why do people see me this way? I’m no different from them. I have good days and I have bad days. I cry, I feel pain, I envy. Just because you’ve never seen me break down doesn’t mean I don’t.
There’s this perception of people who’ve been through tough shit in their lives, an idea that they’ve always handled it all so well. Kept their composure. Is it fake of me to not disagree with everyone even when I know it isn’t true? I’m an emotional person. My tears aren’t for public display, but they sure as hell fall. I feel like my whole life has been a struggle, one trouble after another, and I usually manage to come out on top just fine, but the path to achievement is never an easy one.
Have I given up? Yes. Lost faith? Yes. Worse things? Yes. I’m not here because I’m invincible. I’m here because I’m a coward and have never done anything to change that.
You don’t have to be a model to smile for the camera.
Wha?! I’m missing out on the joke, but still laughing?!