“I don’t need your
of my existence.”
I know the genesis of every scar on my body, even the invisible ones. I know what kinds of demons go bump in the night. I know what it’s like to be haunted, used, and walked over repeatedly. But worst of all, I know what it’s like to stand on the other side of perfection. I’m flawed. I’m broken. But I’m one hell of a fighter. A survivor. The kind Virgil would appreciate. I don’t bother to compete with the perception of perfection. Because I know I’m being authentic to myself and to my readers.
I’m not perfect. No one is. And I see right through you and this façade of self-validation. So feel free to criticize, mock, and pretend all you want. I’ll stay with the crowd that embraces who they are and welcomes me with open arms.
© Sarah Doughty