Truth

“I used to try to be good. I thought no one wanted me as I was, so good was my go-to. But good got me nowhere. Not like truth. Truth tore me to shreds, she devoured me whole and spit me out shaking and new. Truth keeps a box of matches in my pocket. While Good, kept me afraid of transformative fires. Truth keeps me real, even if it makes everyone in the room uncomfortable. Truth, unlike good, doesn’t let me bow down to bullshit or undeserving soapboxes. Truth doesn’t let me give in to bullies, misguided or fear-based criticism and cowards. Truth is a queen and a humanitarian, while Good, she’s a silent scared little sheep. Truth knows that Good dulls my already radiant fierce and loving soul. Good showed me how to hide my wings, my words my angel vision. Truth taught me to be brave. Truth taught me to respect myself. Truth allows me to hold impenetrable space for any story, but first in for most, for my own. And Truth, well she changes everything, and my friend, she’s coming for you, too.” Tanya Markul.