Half of me

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Have you ever felt split in two?

You know me. I’m the life of the party. Beautiful people around me, everybody falling in love

But that’s just the half of it

Rihanna- Half of me

We are wear masks. We hide parts of us that we think won’t be accepted. The funny thing is, when somebody else takes off that mask, especially people we admire, we feel relief and sympathy. When Rihanna was abused and released the pictures of her swollen face, her fans only gained more respect for her. She sings about her pain, and we wish we were brave enough to do the same. But we don’t dare, because we fear the consequences. What if people don’t like what they see? If they see the dark and ugly parts of us, that we so wish we didn’t have.

You saw me on the television

And I guess you saw me stealing, but you’ve got no idea what I’ve been through

That’s just the half of me

This is the life I live

Rihanna – Half of me

Stigma is like a cigarette burn, scarring us and stifling our need to feel free from the pain we keep inside. It leaves holes in our soul, and since we hide them, there is nobody there to fill them with their love. Some people hurt themselves physically or emotionally, some keep working until they almost burn out from exhaustion. Because taking time to ourselves, would mean that we have time to think and feel. And thinking feels dangerous, because maybe we will have to look our feelings instead of avoiding them. We are so scared of ourselves, until we are reminded of the fact that nobody is perfect. Everyone have things they rather hide, and if we only knew that, maybe we could take off our mask, and show our different faces. Because behind the scared and angry parts of us, lies the parts of us we miss. The face full of love, volnerable and beautiful.

We are beautiful, no matter what they say. Words can’t bring us down.

Christian Aguilera – beautiful

Maybe you shouldn’t work so hard on splitting your good sides from the bad ones. Doing so takes a lot of energy that could have been used however you want. By opening up to the world, by letting the can of worms free, you can finally dig yourself out of the grave of sorrow.

One of me is stronger. One of me is wiser. One of me is a fighter. And there is a thousand faces of me.

So I’m gonna rise up

I’m gonna rise up

For every time you broke me

There’s an army. Army of me

Christina Aguilera – Army of me

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2 thoughts on “Half of me

    hmunro said:
    February 6, 2016 at 13:41

    In our age of social media — when everyone posts their happy moments and little victories and triumphs — it can be easy to forget that every one of us also has weaknesses and failures. If we were all admitted that and were a little bit more genuine, the world would be a better place. Thank you for this wonderful, thought-provoking post.

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