![]() See me behind the facade, behind taking care of everyone else- see that I was vulnerable and needed someone to hold me up, someone to cheer me on. Remarking on my strength didn’t feel like a compliment when I felt like I was barely holding on and really didn’t want to carry the weight that was placed upon my shoulders. One friend has told me he admired my strength in the midst of caregiving and dealing with the loss of my father. They’ve given me compliments and spoken kindly of and to me but the words they use can sometimes be lacking. I’m sure if some of my male friends read this they would be surprised. I wonder if they pause to consider how their support would make me feel. Even in friendships with men, they’ve often responded about how my support makes them feel. With the exception of male family members on occasion and my ex-boyfriend, most men have been recipients of my encouragement instead of givers. What troubles me sometimes is that I rarely get the same ‘upliftment’ from the men in my life. I have some wonderful girlfriends who return the favor for me and it is always life restoring. I love to support and uplift people any way I can. She is always right there when I need her ♫ I mean, who doesn’t want someone in their corner cheering them on? We all do, right? Yes, we all do. ♫ Oh I think that I found myself a cheerleader. The infectious tune had a catchy beat and lyrics. Two summers ago, Cheerleader by Omi was on the top of the charts.
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