ElizabethElizabeth

It’s a heavy burden carrying the mask of perfection, isn’t it, Anonymous, a never-ending performance to uphold the ideal homemaker. People expect me to be a certain way, and it’s suffocating at times. I’ve been conditioned to put others before myself, to be obedient and humble, but sometimes I just want to scream and shatter the mold. My life is a delicate balance of pretending and pain, and it’s exhausting. Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I dropped the act and allowed myself to be vulnerable. What then? Would anyone still care for the woman behind the façade?