And… I completely agree with your assessment of the demanding, entitled-ness of the internet. People blurt things out with no sensitivity, no empathy for how it will make the receiver feel. Asking questions in rude ways that they easily could have solved had they just taken the time to really look. To really care. xoxo
Sharing about our pain, our fears, our imperfections is so crucial. When we push those feelings down they eat us alive from the inside out. I wish I could send you another pair of those cozy sweater leggings. I want to wear a black band around my arm to mourn them in solidarity. Comfort is comfort and the form it takes is different for everyone. There’s no shame in your comfort being your favorite (and necessary) leggings. xoxo
And… I completely agree with your assessment of the demanding, entitled-ness of the internet. People blurt things out with no sensitivity, no empathy for how it will make the receiver feel. Asking questions in rude ways that they easily could have solved had they just taken the time to really look. To really care. xoxo
Sharing about our pain, our fears, our imperfections is so crucial. When we push those feelings down they eat us alive from the inside out. I wish I could send you another pair of those cozy sweater leggings. I want to wear a black band around my arm to mourn them in solidarity. Comfort is comfort and the form it takes is different for everyone. There’s no shame in your comfort being your favorite (and necessary) leggings. xoxo
“But sharing about pain isn’t a stain… it’s just a doorway to someone else.” 👏 beautiful 😻