I am the one that stands out, but at the same time, the one who blends in. The chameleon that everyone loves. I am the one who listens to your problems, the one with the answers, the solutions, or the right thing to say to make you feel better. I’m right there when you want to go out and have fun to forget about him, her, your bad day, your new low. But who am I?
Have you ever looked past me always being there and really looked at me? Have you looked into my eyes to see all the pain, the hurt and anguish? Every day I tell myself to pull up my big girl panties, strap on my shit kickers, and get shit done. I’m the bad ass chick that’s “got this”. The one everyone turns to when shit gets real. What happens when shit gets real for me? I cut.