I wonder sometimes why I’m such an open book. Why I feel the need to share deep thoughts and fears with strangers. I don’t do it nearly as much as I used to, that’s for sure. I’ve pulled the curtain back a decent amount, but they’re sheer curtains so everyone knows I’m behind them, and it doesn’t take much for me to peek my little head around when called upon.
I’ve always considered myself the friend who says what everyone else is thinking; not for shock value, but because I just know with every bone in my body that there is no way in hell that some thought you’ve had or are having hasn’t been thought by hundreds of women just like you. It’s a way for me to remind myself that you are never alone in a thought you have, no matter what it is. No matter how small or wrong the thought makes you feel. How abnormal you think it might be. Someone(s) somewhere have had or are having the exact same thought right now…