“I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.”—Marilyn Monroe
I’m not your project. I can never be your little doll. I’m not perfect, I know. I can be wild, free-spirited and hard to handle at times. But, I don’t want you to fix me. You can’t put me in a box.
Don’t you think we all deserve someone who will love us without pushing us to change?
Don’t you think we all deserve to be accepted as we are and for who we are?
I am tired of people telling me what’s best for me. No, that’s not how you help me. Not at all.
You don’t need me. You just need me to need you. You want me to depend on your good decisions I should follow. But look, I’m better than that—even at my worst.
I don’t want you to fix me because I’m not broken. Yes, I’ve had bad experiences in the past. Yes, I was cheated on, betrayed, weak, hurt and heartbroken before. But, I’m not your project. I need to make myself better, because that’s the only way I can heal myself from everything bad that has ever happened to me. I need to be brave and strong. Actually, I am brave. I am courageous. And you need to stop making me feel weak.
I don’t want you to fix me because you need to fix yourself first. I don’t allow you to fix me because the ones who wanted to do that were most often the ones who actually broke me.
I don’t want you to fix me; I want you to love me. I want you to embrace me despite all the flaws I have. I want you to hug me, not to scold me. I’m already too harsh on me. I have been fighting with low self-esteem since I was a little girl. Please, don’t make it worse.
I don’t need you to judge me. I need a man who will always point out my strengths, not the guy who is always ready to preach and give me lessons about my weaknesses.
Don’t think you can turn me into a tame, good girl. I am the one who decided to go with the flow and accept her dark side as well as her bright side. I’m stubborn and too strict sometimes. But you must believe me—I’m already working on myself. I need to be my own savior.
I don’t like ultimatums. I don’t like preachers. I hope you can have me by your side just like this, and love me for who I am. Only like that we can make it work. Only as a team, as two equal people standing next to each other.
Love me or let me go, but don’t try to fix me.