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Tears

Those salty little blessings.

By Alyssa SandersPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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As a kid, I remember crying a lot. Like, a lot.

In middle school, I cried all the time.

In high school... same. I was definitely the angsty teenager crying in the bathroom, hallway, parking lot, wherever I felt safest, with black eyeliner dripping down her face.

And I never tried to hide it really.

I saw it as a strength. Vulnerability in a world that was so harsh, angry, and stone faced.

But also...

I don’t regret any of it.

I felt things.

I still do.

I feel things a lot.

Deeply.

Now I’m just better at not crying every damn day.

Now I only cry every once in a while. But when I do, it’s definitely an explosion.

I cry over things that are beautiful and over things that are painful.

I cry for me, I cry for friends, I cry for strangers.

Also, ps, it’s psychologically and physically healing to cry.

Emotional tears release stress and produce happy, calming hormones. Just FYI.

But for real, look it up.

Anyway.

Tears are a blessing.

Don’t feel weak for producing them.

Don’t feel the need to hide them.

Show the world your heart, and show the world what feeling deeply looks like.

We could use a little rain here.

Just remember your cold, wet cloth for your sweet little puffy eyes afterward, and your hydrating bottle of ice cold water.

You were meant to cry on this earth, otherwise you wouldn’t have those goddamn tear ducts.

Your tears bless the cheeks, hands, and shoulders that they fall onto.

You are safe to feel.

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