By Mac Guerreiro
Eye’m too nice. Ever since childhood it was beaten into me that eye’m to be nice. No matter what is happening, good girls are always nice. The trouble with that lies in the fact that eye am now nice even when eye feel wronged, even when eye’m being preyed upon, even when nice is the last warranted reaction. “So why not just reserve the niceties in such situations?” Fair question… my answer is because it emotionally hurts, to a point in which my body tenses and eye want nothing but to flee said situation immediately. The fear of losing connection takes over and “nice” is all eye can fucking manage.
Eye’ll have to start bearing the discomfort, allowing myself to have the courage to be disliked in that moment if it means caring for myself and my needs. Easier said than done, but utterly necessary. Who knew being a recovering people pleaser would be the hardest thing come year 25 in this life?
Mystical Mac 