A few months ago, I was at a gathering with a group of vibrant, strong, powerful women.
There was not one in the room who I would ever use the words “needy” or “weak” to describe.
And when a group of strong women get together, we have a certain camaraderie and understanding—that this is a safe space where we can let down our guard and not be strong. This is a place where we can come together and admit our greatest fears and challenges, our darkest pain, and the unspoken needs we can’t say aloud in the real world.
One woman was brave enough to speak her own truth. I don’t usually like to quote someone, as we all hear and interpret things differently, but if I had to sum up what her truth was, it went something like this:
“I saw so many of you last night holding each other and I wanted so much to be held. But I couldn’t ask for it. I think people see me as this put-together mama bear, always taking care of everyone else, so they think I don’t need anything. Nobody even thought to hold me.”
It was not so much her words that were heart-wrenching as it was her tears. And as I watched them fall down her face, I felt my own tears burning hot in the back of my eyes, wanting to escape.
Because I am her.
And I am just one of a long line of successful, accomplished, bad-ass, polished and put together women you see walking the streets with an “I got this baby—I don’t need no one else” attitude.