All Your Perfects

by Colleen Hoover

“If you only shine light on your flaws, all your perfects will dim.”

My cheeks burn, even though I should be used to this conversation by now. I know people don’t mean to be insensitive but the intention doesn’t make the comments hurt any less.

If God doesn’t give babies to people who aren’t ready for them, He’s got a lot of explaining to do. Because some of the mothers He chose to be fertile are very questionable.

They have absolutely no compassion for people in my situation. If they knew how many women have spent years dreaming of a positive result, they’d never even think to make light of it.

Even without social media, not a single day goes by without being reminded that I might never be a mother. Every time I see a child. Every time I see a pregnant woman. Every time I run into people like Eleanor. Almost every movie I watch, every book I read, every song I hear.

I don’t know if that makes me strong or pathetic. Sometimes I feel I’m both.

sadness is like a spiderweb. You don’t see it until you’re caught up in it, and then you have to claw at yourself to try to break free.

Gratitude is born in the struggle. And we have definitely struggled.

I’m learning to not be so personally offended by other people’s ignorance in relation to infertility.