Not Buying It

I've always been told there is something wrong with me.

That my independence was unnatural.

My adversion to the "dating-game" a fault.

My strength - only a hard protective shell for a fragile and frightened heart. 

They said that I needed to lighten up, loosen up & become helpless and dependent.

I was supposed to yearn, crave, cry, hunt and attract.

Marriage was to be my greatest dream.

A happily-ever-after my dearest hope.

When it wasn't, I was told I was unhealthy and often people attempted to fix me.

I was assured that I was the total package. Looks, brains & heart. "You're just what any guy would want." But I detested that.

I was always told that the way I felt about those things was wrong.

But you know what?

It wasn't. It isn't.

I'm not the total package. I'm not a package at all, I'm a person.

Indepence and strength are qualities I have, they're beautiful and healthy and I love them.

I'm not bigs into playing games or dancing in triangles - the fair share I've done proved sick & twisted. I find no problem with an adversion to that.

I'm not helpless. In no way am I helpless - you can't convince me I should be otherwise.

There is nothing wrong with not participating in systemic oppression. There is nothing wrong about not buying into the lies.

There is certainly nothing wrong with having higher expectations for my life - mutuality, respect, appreciation, autonomy, and intimacy.

And there is certainly nothing wrong with me.