soft and squishy

Soft.

A word some people might use to describe me.

Seeing my own lack in everyone else these days.

Soft and sensitive.

Why do I feel the need to label it as such a negative thing to be?

Something I should change?

Can I not keep it? Can I not savour it? Can I not love it?

Why is it so criticised to be so soft in a world that can be so harsh?

Why do I criticise myself for it?

Why do I feel the need to change myself to please everyone else?

I have been unkind to myself because everyone convinced me I should be. That I should refrain from being sensitive and soft. Squishy. But what if those parts of myself, the sensitive and the empathetic, allow me to write, allow me to create, allow me to feel so deeply, allow me to love in such a way that is all consuming, allow me to experience life to a depth not everyone allows themselves to?

What if I don’t want to be like you or rather shouldn’t be?

The world would be boring as they say.

Soft.

Perhaps, it’s a pleasant thing to be.

xoxo

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