Acceptance

A small word that can mean so much.

For a good portion of my life I was judged...for what I stood for, what I looked like, even for who my parents were and how THEY behaved. (Can people REALLY think of anything better to do?) Going through that, at times I wondered if it would ever get better, if anyone was just going to love me for who I am, for who I was, for ALL of me.

Finding people who do, and say it (because sometimes you just NEED to have someone affirm it!), makes me sleep easier at night. It exhilirates (sp?) me and gives me more hope than I ever thought I was entitled to, especially when the situation seemed hopeless. It makes me trust just a little bit more, to not always think that someone has an ulterior motive in even speaking to me. That's how my mind works; I always think that no one ever wants to talk to me and when they actually do, they have a motive. Knowing it's safe to trust someone's friendship is possibly my favorite feeling in life.