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Hearts On Sleeves, Tequila, and Drunken Lips

Editor’s Note: Kaleigh Somers is a gem of a girl who blogs pretty much everywhere and rocks my world. Her words are beautiful, and her heart moreso. Her blog is and she also writes for You can follow her on twitter: @kaleighsomers. – Lauren

She kept whispering the same haunting phrase, over and over, across a wide wooden restaurant booth.

“Drunken minds speak sober thoughts,” she said. Drunken minds speak sober thoughts.

Pretty soon I heard the two of them crying – not the wet eyelashes kind, either, but the snotty, sticky mess – about love that falls too short. About boys who stole too much from them. About marriage and living alone, forever, as unlovable women not worth the commitment.

My heart was breaking. Piece by piece cleaving off as I tried to focus on my own conversation with a girl who had run from the only boy who ever loved her.

“I don’t understand how people get married,” she said, whether in response to the two sobbing seniors sitting across from us, or just because she had wondered –we believed – this very thing for countless nights holed up in her room.

She has always been the girl who does not cry. The girl who holds herself inside, tucked beneath a bedroom floor filled with too many shirts and pants and unopened boxes of granola bars and textbooks she’s never read. The girl we do not know.

Later that night, when we arrived home, the drunken-words, sober-thoughts girl sat on the couch and began to cry again. Her whole body shaking. Voice wavering. Hands hugging a glass of water. Nose red.

Still, she tried to understand why anyone would hold all the bad inside until they had just a few more shots of tequila running through their veins. Why the world was full of broken people. Why boys sometimes stole hearts right from girls’ chests when they were too busy beautifying themselves for a date with him.

I repeated a mantra I’ve learned to be true: You are enough. You do enough. You try enough.

Out loud, I told her we can change the world. One person at a time.

She shook her head at that. Said she didn’t have the right words to heal girls who had been down that road. Too far down a road she didn’t know. A road where boys take what they want and do not say “please” or “thank you”.

Then, the non-crier, the girl who stacked her feelings up inside her chest and buried the rest beneath her bedroom floor, started dripping mascara down her pale cheeks.

“Does the ‘P’ in PMS stand for ‘pre’ or ‘post’?” she asked.

‘Pre’, we said.

“So this is compassion I’m feeling?”

And then she laughed. The girl with her heart hidden. The girl who tucked emotions into her pocket and put those pants through the dryer, hoping they might get taken like misfit socks sometimes do.

I have learned to carry my heart on my sleeve because I do not know how else to comfort the girls who lose too much too soon. I do not know how to stop them from feeling like less than enough unless I pick their sorrows up off the bedroom floor and pluck them down in my own heart.

And for me, that has always been more than okay. That has always been the only way to live in this messy, soggy, heart-broken world.

I am trying to teach, begging to reveal, to the girl who hides herself until she’s had a few drinks, that living with your heart in the palm of your hands is much better than never feeling anything at all. It’s much better than hoping the tequila shots kick in so that honesty can unfold itself from the crooks of her drunken lips.

I am hoping, this time, she is listening.

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22 Responses

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  2. Chelsea

    I can not even tell you how much I needed to read this. Thank you.

    January 19, 2012 at 10:14 am

    • kaleighsomers

      That means the world to me. I love stumbling across something I needed to read at that moment, so knowing I did that for you is awesome!

      January 19, 2012 at 11:20 am

  3. Incredible! Thank you for putting in to words what I so often believe in my heart, try to be for others, and remember in my head.

    January 19, 2012 at 11:28 am

    • kaleighsomers

      It feels just as good, for me, knowing I'm not the only one who believes that. Thanks for reminding me. I am sure you do so much. :)

      January 19, 2012 at 11:54 am

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  5. shelbyisrad

    I loved this so much. I agree for me wearing my heart on my sleeve is the only thing that I can do to be able to comfort and love on broken people.

    January 19, 2012 at 5:22 pm

    • kaleighsomers

      Aw thank you Shelby! I have a habit of loving on the broken as well. They need a little extra love. Let's be heart-on-sleevers together.

      January 19, 2012 at 5:29 pm

  6. This is beautiful. Everytime you write I find myself either crying, nodding along, or both. Haha! Thank you for being real!

    January 19, 2012 at 8:45 pm

    • kaleighsomers

      Gosh Tara. Thank you for reading and understanding me. I try to keep it real :)

      January 19, 2012 at 9:44 pm

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  8. Wow. I am also a girl who tucks my feelings away in my pocket hoping for my pants to shrink or to get lost. I have lost my ability to relate to people, to empathize, to see beauty, and to trust. And for some time now I have felt called to be vulnerable, and I don't know how be. I need it if I ever want to have a healthy relationship with a man, and most importantly to have a relationship with God.

    Thank you for this. It only encourages me to be courageous enough to deal with my feelings and use them to help others.

    January 20, 2012 at 1:47 am

  9. I stumbled on this post from a link from a friend and I am so glad that I did. This is beautiful writing. "You are enough" is sometimes all we can say and I don't know why it's so hard to believe. Thanks for this.

    January 20, 2012 at 8:57 am

  10. arbohl

    Beautiful, Kaleigh. Thank you.

    January 21, 2012 at 12:49 pm

  11. Katie

    This is absolutely beautiful. I was raised in a very loving, Christian home, and yet I have a heart for the brokenness in the world and especially the young women who deal with "too much too soon" I love the line: I have learned to carry my heart on my sleeve because I do not know how else to comfort the girls who lose too much too soon. I do not know how to stop them from feeling like less than enough unless I pick their sorrows up off the bedroom floor and pluck them down in my own heart. That is TRUTH! Thank you so much for sharing this

    January 21, 2012 at 2:55 pm

    • kaleighsomers

      Thank you, Katie. So glad it resonated with you! :)

      January 26, 2012 at 10:39 am

  12. Lindsay

    Amazingly beautiful.

    January 23, 2012 at 5:03 pm

  13. you write beautifully.

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