We as Humans

Explain.

My mom always gives people the explanation they don't ask for. The wordy lengthy process of how she got here and how she feels and what happened. She treats every relationship she tries to end like she owes them an explanation past that it's not what's best.

I spent my life terrified. Terrified to have to explain. It took me too long to realize I could just stop.

I didn't have to tell people why I would be late or why I couldn't make it to have them disagree with me. But most importantly, I don't have to explain my choices that make me happy any more.

I dyed my hair blue because I wanted blue hair. My lipstick is dark today because I like it and I'm in sweatpants today for the same reason I was in a dress yesterday. Because I want to.

People will push and make you feel bad if you explain yourself. It took me too long to just state things.

Sorry I'm late.

I'm busy tomorrow.

Because I like it.

Because it makes me happy.

Because I don't owe everyone an explanation.

Because you don't need to validate my actions for me.

Is this too preach-y yet?