I'm a "Pick Me"...

I'm just going to embrace my truth.

I'm not sure when it started, maybe the 90s, when love music was out the door and sex music was ushered in. We went from "Let's stay together", to " we don't love them hoes". I can't seem to pinpoint when men and women stopped loving and needing each other. Even though the world changed, I didn't. I have always been the girl who believed in true love and I still do. As the world got harder and colder, I still remained warm and soft. I cried many many many MANY tears and dealt with much heartbreak. I don't understand the concept of only being good to someone when they are good to you. I want to be good to the man I am with regardless. I want to give my all and best regardless if he is or not. That's my dear how you get used yet I don't care. I still and will forever love with all of me regardless if the man appreciates it at the time or not. That gets me called a pick me.

I realized when you break down what a "pick me" is when it comes to females and a "simp" when it comes to males, is simply people wanting to be good to their partners. Oh you a woman who wants to cater to your man, have open communication, forgive him, don't withhold sex even when y'all are upset, PICK ME! If you are a dude who wants to protect and provide for his woman, SIMP! That don't sound crazy y'all? Why do we encourage foolishness and discourage healthy love? If you're single wanting a relationship, isn't everyone trying to get picked? Make it make sense.

I saw a man post that his mother was the only woman that loved him properly. That is sad. As a proud pick me, the exact thing I want to do is love a man properly. I want him to pick me daily. I want love outside of obligations and titles. People be miserable for 20 years but since they have time invested, children, and/or a title, they stay together miserable. I want to love a man so purely that I understand his happiness is outside of me and I don't own him. I want to be vulnerable and free to show emotion without judgment and the same for him. I want to heal the broken parts of him with my love. I want us both to strive for perfection, and since that is an unobtainable goal, that means we will forever be working to be better. So if you see me catering to my man, bringing him plates, ironing his clothes etc; there is no need to try to call me a pick me as an insult attempt, I agree with you.

Don't let this world harden, love is a beautiful thing.

SAY IT LOUD! I'M A PICK ME AND IM PROUD! -Keke B.💋