Everyone always compliments people for being strong. As if it is a badge of honor to always be strong.

Compliment me on my weakness. That even in my darkest most vulnerable times, I am not afraid to be weak. I am weak enough to stop and take a break, whether it’s to cry, vent, sleep, or shut down. I allow myself to be weak. I take off the superhero cape and mask and just BE.

Sometimes my weakness helps to release my burdens and fears. Sometimes my weakness forces me to take the rest that I need. Sometimes it allows me to let others in.

If I had my way, I’d never choose to be called strong. It holds too many expectations, too much weight.

I’d just be Meka. A perfect dichotomy of strength and weakness. 💜