We romanticized the wrong organ ...

I think my stomach is much more emotional than the heart, I think we romanticize the wrong organ, the heart.

There is nothing hidden between heaven and earth.

I am one of the women who go on a rebound with the truth, because I know that it is always good to bet on being sincere, without hiding ourselves in lies, hypocrisy is not my thing, and I really don't like to hurt anyone, I try as much as possible to be sincere without affecting others.

When the truth comes, the lie hides its face, hides it, therefore, I always bet on the truth. I think there is nothing better than being yourself and walking through life light of baggage.

A healthy self-esteem ...

It is the main tool, to accept ourselves and show ourselves to the world as we are. I truly believe that the harm is in hiding, in putting on masks, in not showing our cards and telling the truth.

There lies the real problem.

I assure you that life weighs much less, and when I exercise my personality with all that it implies, I try not to hurt ourselves, this is part of having clear our values and our essence.

Furthermore, I am one of those who thinks that the truth makes me free... And let me tell you, I live my life from that premise. Without trust there is no relationship, with lying people, I don't want them near me, or around the corner.

Tell me the people who lie so that I may love them...

I do not deny that at some point in my life I lied to be accepted, but once one is sincere, first oneself, and then you decide and start doing it with the rest, you realize who you really accept yourself as you are, it is because you start a process of changes and end past cycles, you distance people who do not add anything to you, and all this that I write "it is an act of courage, especially the fact of recognizing it, the important thing is always to learn the lesson".

Many times we avoid showing ourselves as we are, to get closer to love and achieve that our relationship is maintained, but lying about ourselves, is a way of hiding in many ways, and incidentally our life gets tangled up because what they are loving about us maybe is a lie.

Since I met my husband 49 years ago, of which there were 2 years of boyfriends, I have considered it more convenient to show my cards, my domino, my chess, and say "this is me, these are my lights and my shadows" without falsehoods, or hypocrisy.

I believe that icebergs are in cold oceans.

That's why I think that the truth transforms us from observers to protagonists in our daily script when we write our own story, that's when the locks are opened, and the guardian does not know how to resist an integrating and universal metaphor.

Sometimes those who love the soul hate themselves when they look in the mirror, and they look theirs shadow. To anyone, love, attention, disguised, as a lie as a friend, promises a fleeting balm for souls who seek to calm internal storms.

How do you handle these situations? That is, once you know that the person is not what he seems, what do you do? Let's talk in comments.

Janitze.