I met Nikki in Starbucks this morning. She was three people behind me in the line. Once I ordered I walked towards her and whispered, “I’m sure you get this a lot but you are absolutely gorgeous.”
She looked into my eyes and told me she didn’t.
“What’s wrong with people?” I asked smiling.
“Thank you so much for that compliment.” Her eyes began to tear up. “I don’t feel well today.”
“Girl, you fake it well.” I asked her for a hug and she began to cry.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, sweetheart! It’s only one day. You fake it well. Actually that’s such shit, you know. That whole statement of faking it till you make it. It’s like stomping vulnerability in fear that the world will witness your humanity!”
She cried while nodding in agreement. I reached for her hands.
“Talk to me. Tell me what’s aching in that…
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