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Honoring our inner Lizzo
No one wants to hear a woman’s honesty. They want to hear her laugh, and even her sadness. But they don’t want her honesty.
Honesty, out of the mouth of a pretty woman, is unbelievable. Meaning, no one believes her. Surely, that cannot be true…you are so pretty.
Surely, it wasn’t that bad…you are still smiling.
Surely, you aren’t really in pain…you look just fine.
Surely, things will be fine, you will recover, and you can go back to being your pretty little quiet self. Or maybe, you should just do that right now. Because no one wants to hear truth.
Lizzo’s song, Truth Hurts, is alive in me today. It’s a hard song for most men. I played it on Mother’s day first things this year, as loud as I could….then put Frank on for the rest of the day. But my boyfriend and my daughter’s boyfriend were both confused as hell.
What in the world is she saying? Why the venom? If you love this song, what does that say about us? Do we need to talk?
Lololol! Hell, yeah, we need to talk! Hell, yeah, its about the absolute lameness of men, no exceptions. But…in the same breath, some relationships might be worth the work. Who knows?
My silence around pain began when I was young. At age 12, I started to have panic attacks. I began to have chronic…
