It’s funny how we want to sink when others project their own sins against us – lust, insecurities, or false assumptions. It’s as if their brokenness somehow stains us too.
Recently, I’ve been misunderstood by some certain people. One friend even called me a name I wouldn’t want to write here.
It made me think, am I smiling too much? Am I shining too much? Should I try to minimize my joy? My friendliness? Should I stop being Rachel?
Should I cut my hair again? In the past, every time I reached my limit– whenever men reduced me to my looks or when friends confessed their insecurities or when family turned away, I would lash it out on my hair.
But ahh, at this point, I already have grown to love my hair. I can never do that again.
I guess, I’ll just stop being generous with my smile. It’s not for everybody.