Don't Call Me Sweet
Added 2019-12-27 03:53:51 +0000 UTCI fucking hate being described as 'sweet'.
The Wild Woman within screams out and reverberates through all of my cells when someone describes me so.
Do you not see what I have gone through?
The effort and the energy and the hard fucking work it has taken, to come back, over & over, to kindness?
Sweetness implies an innocence, a naiveté. Children are often 'sweet', before they learn the realities of the world. Before their hearts have been broken. Sweet doesn't take any effort, the way that kindness does.
My strength is in my kindness. I have a tattoo on my right arm—'only love'. It is my compass. It has led me through many stormy seas, blind fogs, and moonless nights.
I have experienced the sorrow of betrayal. The disorientation and hopelessness of emotional abuse. The despair of heartbreak. And I have always made it a priority to return to love. To openness. To kindness.
So, don't call me sweet.
Call me strong. Call me resilient. Call me determined.
Call me kind.
Comments
FUCK YES.
Gabrielle Roos
2020-01-02 01:36:40 +0000 UTC
