I envy those who seem to have seamless, easy relationships with other women. As an adult, I'm trying to develop healthy, supportive connections. But as a teenager and young adult, I found myself trapped in suffocating ones, explosive ones, abusive ones. As I write this, it is occurring to me that some of those friendships were abusive. Why do we do that to each other?
And so now those experiences flavor my interactions with women. I find myself pulling back to protect myself, or assuming that someone wouldn't like me, or would see the negative parts of myself rather than want to help me celebrate the positives. I realized this again, as I attended my second yoga class: I assumed that others would not like me. That's crazy!
I don't want to live a life that tears others down. I want to live in a world that lifts others up.
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