Revealed

The oldest out of five raised by a single mom had to step into a role at only 10 years old become the surrogate this responsible, bossy, level-headed pre-teen persona to watch over 4 siblings while mom was sacrificing to support us still haunted by my not so adorable nick-name of "momma toya" This mask, this facade I decided to put on 20 plus years of my life is starting to crack Pretending at being a strong, confident, speak-my-mind, I'm-gonna-make-it-no-matter-what, 21st-century, Miss-Independent-Woman is no longer enough Those characteristics eventually did became a part of the true me but they only scratch the surface Through recent circumstances my other layers are starting to appear this weak, not-so-sure-of-anything, needy, cry-at-the-drop-of-a-dime, lost woman sometimes suprising even me having to reach deep down from within to survive and peddle through this craziness that my life has become no longer striving for perfection just trying to improve all of my parts and become a better, more balanced type of me