peeling the onion
I peel off the next layer and I'm vulnerable, a young woman afraid of commitment. I sit in a heap of failed relationships and don't know who to blame.
I peel off another layer and find myself quiet. Too shy to stand up for myself when conflict only makes me uncomfortable. I remain silent.
I peel alway a thick layer and find myself back in highschool, wishing I knew how to be happy, trying to understand why everything hurts so much, my pillow case stained with tears of mascara.
I keep peeling, through the good and the bad, the strengths and the weaknesses, to find there's something really good underneath it all.
Underneath every bruise, insult, lie, heartbreak, headache, hangover, mistake, embarassment and fall, I'm still standing strong.
I'm stripping myself bare, learning to look back on my past and accept every part of me.
I peel layer after layer, smile at my imperfections, and grow more comfortable in my skin.