But really, why are we so consumed with the desire to be seen as "strong" and not "weak"? What are we afraid of? Weakness is subjective. Strength is subjective. Caring what society thinks adds to the vicious cycle of anxiety/fear/trauma that so many of us deal with. Can't we all just agree already that all humans are vulnerable? And that all humans have this right to show that vulnerability without being judged? It reminds me of that Sleater-Kinney lyric, "We're all equal in the face of what we're most afraid of."
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Let's talk about friendships: ADULT friendships.
As a child, I used to pray for friends. I didn't have them, and I always wanted them. Then, in 7th grade, like magic--my prayers seemed answered. I suddenly had three best friends--a girl gang. Then, as quickly as it began, it ended in 10th grade after they spread rumors about me, and ostracized me from sitting with them in the school cafeteria. This experience solidified that I can only depend on my family--my parents and my older brother.