Wednesday, January 06, 2016
Dear you, Yes you, the one who I pass in the grocery store with small children wondering how she will afford the groceries she is buying. I see you. Yes you, the one who wears the scars of yesterday’s pain. I see you. Yes you, the one who cries herself to sleep every night because she fears the one she loves who shares her bed, no longer loves her. I see you. Yes you, the one who works out every day only to buy into the lie that make her feel she is less than. I see you. Yes you, the one who feels as though she has already failed at parenting and she just started. I see you.Yes you, the one who lives under guilt from working full ...