Romanticizing myself
Perhaps I need to make peace with the situation: “People feel comfortable with me because I can be a fun and enjoyable friend,” rather than someone they can connect with on a deeper, more intimate level.
They come to me and tell me so many things because they see me as someone who knows how to listen, make them feel heard, and lift their mood. At first, it made me sad because I felt like it was difficult for people to see me as a woman — as someone who could be desired, loved, and known intimately.
But now, I think that can be enough.
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When that feeling becomes enough, I begin to see myself with more love. I start to romanticize my own existence, not because I no longer want to be loved by someone else, but because I no longer need someone else’s love to validate my worth as a woman.
Romanticizing myself can be as simple as:
“I enjoy being me.”
“I love the way I look today.”
“I deserve tenderness, even when no one is giving it to me.”
“I don’t have to be chosen by someone to feel whole as a woman.”
Maybe I’m not giving up on being loved.
Maybe I’m simply learning that I can be the person who sees me, too.
