Sometimes they try to convince me that their perception of me is who I really am – that I should adopt their impression of me as my own identity.
Whenever I realize that someone I care about doesn’t get me, despite my best efforts to reveal myself and represent myself accurately, I become aware of how much I still have to learn about love. Sometimes you have to be the one to model what you wish others would have modeled for you.
Sometimes I wish there was someone who loved my silhouette and intuitively knew to hug me and tell me it’s okay – that I’m okay. But more often I’m finding I wish I could do that for myself. I wish I could be as gentle and forgiving of myself as I am with others. I wish I could tell myself I’m okay. Maybe then I would free myself to love more deeply, more genuinely, less possessively and more readily.
Loving without hesitation would be a good place to be.