I don’t think we’ve ever really met.
You seem to call to me from covers of magazines, corners of the earth as the sun slips down, in the silence of the morning when I look into the mirror.
I’m drawn to you, always have been.
What little girl isn’t?
And yet I fear you too.
Because I don’t feel good enough, entitled to what you have.
Oh, others are…the cheerleaders and prom queen, Mary and Martha (Stewart).
But me?
It’s taken three decades to start discovering the truth.
I’m guest posting on my dear friend Sarah Markley’s blog today.
Will you read the rest with me there?
