Soft Heart, Thick Skin

Soft Heart, Thick Skin.  There I was standing on the playground, underneath the monkey bars, 10 years old, two long braids hanging down my back.  This image is burned into my brain as one of the very first times my feelings were truly hurt.

I was standing there with two other girls waiting to find out which one of us would be chosen to be the girlfriend of the new boy in school.  Needless to say, I wasn’t chosen that day. I walked away feeling hurt and embarrassed. Twenty-eight years later I could look back at that little girl and tell her it doesn’t matter in the long run, I could tell her that same boy would be her first kiss and once again break her heart 5 years later. I could tell her she would meet the man of her dreams in just a few short years and none of this would matter for her future. I could tell her all those things, but it wouldn’t ease her pain.  

This was the moment that something shifted in me, it was the beginning of learning...

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