“And for a good man? A man that holds my heart like something to protect, not control? The one who takes my dreams and aspirations just as seriously as mine? Someone who sees me whole and not broken? I would certainly choose a different kind of strength every time. One that’s intertwined in softness and tenderness. A quieter strength. A deeper strength—one that I know was placed by God. And I’d exhale in relief because now I don’t have to show up so tough. I wouldn’t feel less than in that kind of space.

In the presence of a good man?

I would lay down my defenses.

I would walk in my softness more.

I would feel like I’m right at home.”

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