if i had a nickel for every time one of my friends told me i was ‘the strong one’ i’d be rockin louboutins like nobody’s business!

but here’s the thing: the heart isn’t a muscle. and where’s the strength in not acknowledging the bruises or breaks that it’s suffered?

i’ll be the first to admit i’ve gotten (surprisingly) good at picking up the pieces and moving on when i need to, but what i’m working on now is allowing myself to be vulnerable. and sad. when it’s appropriate…because real strength lies in honesty and being true to yourself.

NOT in shutting down and walking in the other direction: the only way out is through.