Scars on your soul
Scars on your skin
Some on the outside
Some are within
Some have a story
Some are unwritten
Some you can see
But most are quite hidden.

I saw this in a stepmama group today. I do not frequent these "support groups" very often because I find that most online groups are just extensions of other sorts of drama. I have asked for advice and gotten answered kindly but also with a million questions or judgement that was clearly projected. I get it. We all get it. There is a lot of pressure on women today. Pinterest moms. Mommy bloggers. SAHMs with lots of extra money to throw around. Where my parents "parenting style" was to instill the idea that you can do and be anything with hard work, many Millennial parents have created a parenting style of entitlement rather than hard work. If you are trying to teach your kids to love themselves and the Earth, and their neighbors and to work hard for positive changes and work hard to make their dreams come true it can be heartbreaking in the world today. I get it. I really do. However, what this poem said to me in the moment I read it was simple: judgement has no place in this world today.

No one knows your story except you. No one can change you or heal you. All parts of the story come down to you, so why judge another person's story if all you will ever know of it is the cliffnotes version? You do you, I will do me, and the world will keep on turning.