Written by Tiff: A Blog

 It’s a warm summer day.   Two women and their dogs walk in unison down a cherished dirt road. Coolers in their hands and hearts on their sleeves, ...

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Do you have enough to see or are you tiring your eyes performing tasks in the dark?

I thought of sharing the story of another.
Somebody inspiring.
Somebody who undeniably makes a difference.
Somebody profound.
Somebody else.

I sat directly in the flightpath of my insecurities, directing them towards lighter landings.
Lighter than the last time and the time before.

Release trying to control anything other than your moment.

Visualize yourself behind the wheel of a race car.
The power and the importance to stay in control.
Living is on the line.
You can only look ahead, side to side would be reckless.

Shamelessly dreaming.
I bet you’ve done the same.
It’s when you let your brain float into the light thoughts and the soft whispers.

After a pool party last year, someone said to me “ do you think you’ll have surgery to remove that skin?” as they pointed to the most insecure part of my body.

Shorts have been my nemesis for as long as I can remember, and even after a 100lb weight loss, they still are.

With a soft smile and no answers other than the twinkle in her, I recognized the exchange as nothing short of magic.

I could no longer turn a blind eye to risks of flying debris created by a life unlived.
I tried my best to break it apart as carefully as possible.

I hoped that I’d be able to protect the bystanders and salvage the bones.

Demolition of any kind however, is not without its mess.

How I’m perceived in the world has been a long standing internal battle of mine. I don’t say that lightly, I mean a BATTLE in the truest sense.

Are my flaws as visible to everyone else? Do they know this is really me? How many people think this is fake? Is it fake? What is the thing everyone dislikes about me that I don’t know yet? When will I be found out?
Cue the Imposter Syndrome cycle.

I have watched friends and I have watched family fade away in private battles.
People I would have willingly suited up for.
People I knew and didn’t really know; that is how it works.

I didn’t know they were fighting until they were losing.
Until I caught my reflection in someone else’s mirror, I didn’t know I was doing the same.