I Am Enough Without My Smile
My smile is like a shield sometimes.
A shield to compliments, to thank you’s, to appreciation, to truth.
My smile can be like a shield.
It protects my vulnerability, insecurity, uncertainty, and awkwardness.
My smile is a shield when
I know no other way to get your approval. I use it as manipulation to warm your heart towards me.
My smile can be a shield and it can be a weapon. Just a
Niceness isn’t always nice.s your knee can’t help but kick out when your doctor checks your reflexes, I can’t help but smile when I see you come my way. Before I’ve even had a chance to check in with me. Or you. And so because you’ve been trained like I have, you reflexively smile in return. Probably not even knowing why you’re doing it. Except that it’s the nice thing to do.
When my smile is a shield it disconnects me…from me.
Can this moment be complete on its own? Can I allow it to be simply be me…looking at you. Taking you in with an open heart.
Am I enough without my smile?