Not a Woman of a Few Words

In a world where voicing your opinions is still distasteful, I am here expressing them as often as I can. I am definitely NOT A WOMAN OF A FEW WORDS! Believe it or not, I am a woman of A LOT of words, all the words I know to be fair!

Communication is the key, lock, room, premise, as a matter of fact, an entire universe for me.

From all my little life experiences to the situations I’ve been stuck in, communication has always been my way out. And for the ones I could not find a way out, I choose to believe that effective communication would have changed that.

We are out here, trying to thrive in the world that finds opinions offensive and standing up for yourself disrespectful. But you still gotta put it on the table. As long as you are not going all out, loud, clear and precise about what you freaking think and what you freaking want, how do you even expect people to give that to you or stop giving it to you!

You are hurting, you speak; you are sad, you share; you are worried, you address; you are happy, you express; you are anxious, you convey; you are unsure, you tell; you are trying, let them know.

Whatever you have to say, if you think it needs to be heard, just put it out in the world. I am sure, if you are someone like me who has a lot to share, you have been turned down too often to be scared to lose a thing.

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