We are some dumb asses.
We spend our time and energy pretending we all have it together when really, we’re all just a little fucked up.
Front all you want for social media. Your relationship is perfect. Your job is valuable. Edges grown in. Skin cleared.
Every day, bih? I’m not buying it.
Well, you know what? Maybe it is true for you.
It ain’t true for me.
My weight is up. My finances are down. And my sex life is nonexistent. Shit hurts, bruh.
It takes far too much energy to pretend to be happy and living my best life every day. It takes too much energy to go out and fake smiles. It requires too much of my time to listen to other people lie to me about their lives.
Most of you reading this may think I’m writing this from a bitter place. You’re wrong. I’m actually dancing in my chair as I’m typing this. Not because my scale was down five pounds this morning (🤷🏾♀️ I have no idea. I’m not stepping on that bastard). But because I’m owning my truth. I’m not afraid of it. Nor am I afraid of anyone’s opinion of it.
Dead the noise, darlings. Today, I’m my own #WCW.