It’s hard for me to say that I am pretty, even though I’ve been told that I am by people who I trust and love.
It’s hard for me to say that I am a fierce warrior, even though I know my story and know I’ve overcome.
It’s hard for me to say that I am a strong leader, even though the power reflected in my employees would clearly point in that direction.
It’s hard for me to say that I am a good wife, even though my husband constantly reminds me that I am.
It’s hard for me to say that I am a good mother, even though if you met my son’s you would see how awesome they are.
It is also hard for me to say that I am an addict, a liar, a thief, a cheat, a prostitute, a crackhead, a sexually abused child, even though if I am being honest about my past those words are there.
It’s becoming increasingly hard for me to say I’m a Christian, even though my love for Jesus and my faith in God grow substantially with each passing day.
These things, these words, these labels are what society has chosen for me and some of these, I have made for myself. I cannot deny the hard truth that I almost killed myself and everyone I love with my addiction. I cannot deny it, because it happened and to deny it would mean to deny that I am not only a survivor, I am also redeemed in the eyes of my creator. I am saved, loved, forgiven.
So, although these things may be hard for me to say, I can look you in the eyes today and own these things, all of them, the good and the bad. I can say that I am a beautiful woman of God, who has sold her body and soul for crack. I can say that I am a good mother who left her child alone or in the care of others to go get high. I can say that I have excelled at the art of marriage, even though I once failed miserably at it.
I am new, and that, is not hard for me to say.