here’s what happened:

 Somewhere along the way, we got duped into believing that our job is to play nice, stay small, and be as quiet as possible; we started believing the lie that we’re here to make everyone else comfortable. 

They told us to start believing that familiar = comfortable. 

That asking for what we wanted and needed was selfish. Boring. High-maintenance. 

They taught us to hate the sounds of our voices—both individual and collective. 

They showed us that effortless, low-maintenance “beauty” was the path to love. 

That we are a problem to be solved. 

And that it was okay to bully ourselves into living our best life. 

And I’m calling bullshit.