If I sit with this for too long, I get angry. It feels dehumanizing. Am I just a commodity for someone’s desires?
To my birth dad.
To my adopted dad.
To all my other dads.
Happy Father’s Day.
We can choose to succumb to the lies, or we can acknowledge the truth and grow. Accepting truth, walking in perseverance, and embracing bravery can decrease the power that certain anxieties have over us.
But, now I had a person and a voice connected to those letters that had been written to me so many times before, and now I had a picture of all of us. Together.
So, to the men who told me I couldn’t and to the people who told me I’m not worthy, I have only five words for you: I’m not less than you.
To my birth mom.
To my adopted mom.
To all my other moms.
Happy Mother’s Day.