I have seen my insecurities written on a wall. I have gotten to that point when you can see the passion in somebody’s eyes yet they show no emotion. When can one person be deemed as non-worthy of the rest of us? When did we as a people lose that passion? Was it when a grown man can rape a little girl before she even knew that a penis is for sex? Maybe when a 14 year old boy can shoot another with no remorse, knowing that his cousin’s blood will forever stain his gang white t-shirt? When the world can’t find peace for itself so, it bombs other nations for a security. What happened to the love that rattles our bones and creates delicate swirls in the sand surrounding our great-great grandparents? Do we kiss someone without looking them in the eyes and tell them they are gorgeous? We shouldn’t because this causes insecurities. We lead next generations to be blind. Telling them stories of prince charming not telling them that it is the same man! I will not, cannot, and don’t want to be another snow white, Cinderella, and sleeping beauty. These stories raise nations of insecure women. I have gotten the painful privilege to see my mother’s insecurities painted on a wall. And I’m pretty sure she has seen hers as well. She is scared for us. To a God we pray for love and He answers with, “find it my child”, only for us to still end up falling in love with someone with an alcohol problem. A man who beats his kids and then tells them to hide the bruises. Again leaving more people with insecurities. We are what we shape ourselves to be only to be constantly disappointed by ourselves. We are all scared to have our insecurities plastered across a wall. A wall for the world to see. We are scared to show the world what we are made of. All of the modesty and brilliance that these walls would show. We are scared because as a people full of pride these walls would admit what we are frightened to say aloud. We need help. That my arms get tired and I need help holding the world. That I’m scared and I can’t do it on my own. I need help smiling at the world in all its flaws and help in seeing that love is everywhere and sometimes it takes a while for the right love to come along. These walls are unlike the doodles we scribble in our 9th grade notebooks. This is art! Put yourself on a wall in glory not in shame. Because whether you know it or not when people see you they see things that they think they don’t have. And if you can’t draw then open your chest and let your still beating heart paint the picture for you. One day we will knock down these walls and say proudly that we have overcome our insecurities.