You and I are always apologizing to one another, always surrendering with our words and with our bodies, contorting ourselves into shapes just to please the other because we want them to stay. We don’t want to scare them off. We apologize so much we’ve developed a language around them. We apologize for bothering each other with our honesty, for laying bare our skeletons, for stripping ourselves down to our secret skins. The word apology comes from “apologia,” meaning “defense” or “justification.” But since when did who we are become something that we had to justify? The world is always telling us to apologize for our passion when the only thing we should ever be doing is celebrating it.
Stop apologizing for who you are. If you’re a heart-in-your-throat kind of girl, I want that. If you’re all books and midnight talks about philosophy, I want that. I want all of you, the devastating lows and the euphoric highs. That’s what a friendship is. I didn’t sign up for your Sunday best.”