Saturday, August 11, 2012

deny the lie - a fight against the words

#denythelie, sticks and stones

It’s just weird, he told me one night in reference to my deformed left hand. He had supposedly seen someone staring at it again and, as usual, was quick to point it out. He hated it when people stared; in his head he thought everyone was making fun of me. I don’t know why it mattered to him when it wasn’t him they were staring at. He saw me as incomplete...broken, and I suppose he felt this reflected badly on him.

Over time we started staying in more. We no longer attended concerts or movies and dinners out were always picked up and taken home. I became a prisoner of his insecurities, and I began to actually believe I wasn’t good enough.

I was born with a left hand that only has a thumb. But lucky for me I was raised as if nothing was different, and so I grew up believing I was just like everyone else. I may have learned to tie my shoes a little later than most kids and I never could cross the monkey bars, but my life was always still business as usual. I attended kindergarten through high school in the same school district so all my classmates had known me since we were little...and somewhere along the way they had stopped seeing me as different. So this boyfriend, this boy who saw me as incomplete, was my first encounter with someone who had an issue. Someone who was able to take the thing about me which I had no control over and use it like a knife to carve away at my confidence. He made me feel small and not quite right and, man, was he good at it.

Somehow I moved on; somehow I moved into a space where I embraced being different. I like to think it was because I am strong and smart. And I refused to let this one person form my identity for me and dictate what I thought about myself. I also think it was because I learned to surround myself with great people who love me for who I am.

Unfortunately not everyone is as lucky. Not everyone has the ability to pull themselves up after the sticks and stones and words have broken their inner being. But hopefully discussions like these will not only help those who have endured the harsh words that have shaped them, but also those who use these words without fully understanding the repercussions.


This post is part of Jennifer Luitwieler's link up #denythelie. I encourage you to share your own story and link up over at her blog. She's a great writer and a great person who seems to fight the good fight daily.

Thursday, August 9, 2012

wise word wednesday

quotes, Besa Kosova, fly a kite, wise word wednesday
Image courtesy of FreeDigitalPhotos

“I wasn't born to cook or clean, but to read and write, if you don't like me the way I am, then go fly a kite.” ― Besa Kosova"

I wasn’t born to do lots of things women are supposed to do. I don’t cook...can’t is actually a better way to put it. For the safety of the house and those who reside in it, the husband does not allow me in the kitchen. I melt stuff to the stove, burn food and am a disaster with knives. The trade off is I clean dishes, but I wasn’t made for that task either. I’m really, really bad at it. And please don’t eat off my floors, because I’m bad at cleaning the house too. It’s dusty and a little covered in dog hair and my toilets always leave something to be desired. I wasn’t made to be crafty. I can barely sew a button back on a shirt. I don’t understand the need for girly bedspreads and curtains and home furnishings. I was also not made to be a mom. I don’t have kids nor do I want them. I have lots of kids in my life...lots who I love unabashedly...but I get to send them home at the end of the day. I don’t have to (or want to) do diapers and late nights and feedings and kid activities and all that other kid stuff.

I was truly born to read and write and dance. To see plays and concerts. To travel and experience. And to ultimately my own way...through these experiences, with words.

So you can take me as I am...or go fly a kite!