I’ve been doing a lot of would I say “desensitization” in the past few months and it feels like such an awakening. Growing up, girls watched cartoons and in these cartoons the main character which is a girl, is made to believe she’s a “princess” and her prince would come and save her one day.

This mentality has somewhat trickled into our adulthood, how we see ourselves and perceive others. A lot of woman think they are different, that their beauty and wisdom makes them above the program and the endless difficulties of life and this isn’t true. I’m all for loving yourself and all that cute stuff, but it’s different if you feel cocky and place yourself above other women based on merits you’ve given yourself, especially when it comes to relating with men, and that’s where the problem actually begins, you are never above the program !

A lot of women spend they’re whole lives trying to prove that their different and that is the basis of their suffering. Live and be free!

I’ve always been the “strict babe,” the one who tells her friends to always choose themselves regardless of the situation. But there’s something I failed to acknowledge: the hurt that comes with it.

I’ve been letting go all my life. I think it comes from a fear of people breaking me down, so I let go of them at the slightest chance. And to be honest, I’m tired.

I cried two days ago and called my mom. I told her I was sad that I missed two people who were once so dear to me, people I had to let go of. It’s been a while, but I still feel the hurt of losing them.

I tell myself, “Mojere, you’d never regret choosing you,” as a form of consolation, but it isn’t always enough.

I’ve gotten so used to pushing my emotions aside and being logical that I forget to be human sometimes.

I hope one day I won’t always have to let go. I hope I find something that stays. And I hope I’m not too “logical” to lose it.

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