“I knew my faults.
And they always stared
back at me in the mirror.”
As long as I can remember, I knew my faults. They were engraved in my flesh, repeated so often that even I saw nothing else. I knew every one. Believed every one. I was every one.
I knew my faults when I was toddling around, learning how to speak, how to walk, how to cower.
I knew my faults when I began school. How I wasn’t smart enough, not social enough. How I was a target in school. And at night.
I knew my faults in the dark. I learned my best to do what was required of me, but I was never quite good enough. I knew what my hands needed to do, how my lips should stay soft, or how my hips were supposed to move with the right timing. After awhile, I knew those moves just enough to get by.
I knew my faults. And they always stared back at me in the mirror.
© Sarah Doughty
- Inspired by Kindra M. Austin’s ‘I Knew My Worth’
Kristiana Reed’s ‘I Knew My Mistakes’
Christine Ray’s ‘I Knew My Name’
Eric Syrdal’s ‘I Knew My Heart’
Megha Sood’s ‘I Knew My Lesson’
1Wise Woman’s ‘I Knew My Fate’
Rachel Finch’s ‘I Knew My Purpose’
I love you, Sarah! Thank you for contributing such powerfully touching words. ❤
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This one is a gut-wrenching truth, Sarah.
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Thank you, lovely!
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Reblogged this on Megha's World and commented:
Come read the gut-wrenching and bone-chilling collaboration from the voices of Whisper and the Roar.
Follow the links at the end of the post to read all the pieces.
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Thank you so much for sharing and for the kind words. xoxox
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My pleasure Sarah.
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Reblogged this on My Screaming Twenties.
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Thanks, lovely!
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This just showed, how our earliest experiences with our parents can affect the way we formed our self-concepts as we’d become, adults, which makes the role of parents even more important…
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Ah, so true, my friend. Thank you for taking the time to comment.
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This stirred so much emotion in me.. Thank you ❤️
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Oh love, thank you. This one hurt to write.
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This is profoundly gut-wrenching … can’t like it as that is not appropriate … well written!
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I understand, compltely. No worries at all. Thank you for reading and taking the time to comment.
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you have talent, so keep up the good work!
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Thanks so much!
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Heart-breaking and beautifully penned Sarah.
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Thank you, lovely. xoxox
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Reblogged this on Brave & Reckless and commented:
Sarah Doughty wrenches us in the gut with beautiful prose.
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Aw love, thank you for those kind words and for sharing.
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Amazing “I was everyone” something I can relate to.
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Ah, I’m sorry you can relate. No one deserves to feel this way.
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Holy wow Sarah! what a powerful punch!!
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Thank you, lovely. I’m glad you liked it. Not literally, but you know what I mean. xoxox
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Yes
💙
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I so felt this. All my love to you and your amazing writing.
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Aw thank you, lovely soul. xoxox
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Dear goddess this is good!
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Reblogged this on My Sword and Shield…. and commented:
Sarah Doughty on Whisper and Roar
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Thank you so much, my friend!
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When I look in the mirror, ‘which I must do before going out into the world’, I see only the new person He has created. The old one has died.
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