Sometimes I wear a lot of makeup.
Sometimes I wear weird glasses.
Sometimes I wear a dress.
Sometimes I wear odd colored nail polish.
Sometimes I wear short shorts.
Sometimes I wear sweats.
Sometimes I wear glasses.
If you make a comment on what I'm wearing, I'm not going to just shrug it off. If it's a compliment, I'll feel genuinely good. If it's a rude comment, whether kidding or serious, I'm going to take it seriously. In my mind, even if it was a joke, there was something that prompted that joke and it will get to me. Maybe just for a second, maybe not. I wish I could just shrug stuff off like that, but I can't.
Sometimes I'm quiet.
Sometimes I'm loud.
Sometimes I'm incessant.
Sometimes I'm annoying.
Sometimes I hit people.
Sometimes I come off as a bitch.
Sometimes I joke.
I do a lot of things, but when it comes down to it, I never intentionally hurt anyone. If I make comments that may seem hurtful, I definitely do not mean them that way. I joke. I'm not intentionally mean. I'm sorry if I come off that way. And again, if you tell me I'm a jerk, if you tell me I'm a bully, I may laugh it off, but inside, I'm not laughing. My brain stops for a second then works at full speed trying to figure out what they mean. Do they really think that? Are they joking too? Should I stop? My insecurities make it impossible for me to take anything as just a joke.
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But words will never hurt me.

Words hurt, trust me.
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