my vagina monologue

i am not as strong as i seem.
i am merely weak but can't accept it.

and i know i am not as strong as some of you.

knowing what i know, i dont know how you laugh. and not just laugh. but roll on the floor laughing. more than the rest of us. and maybe its because laughing makes you feel better.

but it makes me feel better too.

and you amaze me. your confidence. your joy. your strength. you have no idea.

a week ago, you were just crazy. now you're more. though i cant spell it out for you. just realize how strong you really are.

and although you may feel weak. like i used to feel weak. you aren't.

you just have to understand that i love you. yes, i actually said it. and although other people treat you in horrible ways that contradict your entire view of human integrity and good.

and you have the compassion to feel bad. to understand. and that, i dont understand. and you care about how it would affect everyone else. and i go back to thinking your crazy right about now.

I am amazed that the strongest most joyful people i meet are those who have experienced the worst kind of pain. the worst kind of people. the worst kind of life.

and it makes me wonder where we went wrong. all of us. mankind. where did we go so wrong so that our most compassionate, most admirable people are those who have to experience some sort of trauma to get there.

Your (everyone else) problem isnt that bad. yes you, whoever is reading this.

go make someone's day. do something nice. be compassionate. laugh like you're about to lose your voice forever. and mostly, stick up for those who cant stick up for themselves. protect them. protect their innocence. the one that so many of us have lost.