I've shed my fair share of tears in fitting rooms, that's for sure. It's so easy to be blindsided by brightly lit fitting rooms and the awful realization that the smallest (or in my case, the *largest*) sized thing doesn't fit. We are not normal. We have failed to live up to the clothing manufacturer's expectations. We spend so much energy trying to fit, that when we literally cannot, we fall apart.

To me, someone who feels her (or his) feelings is a person of great strength. It's not easy staying in touch with yourself--just read all the posts here. It's incredibly hard to stay plugged in. It seems so dangerous, so vulnerable. But you know what it is? It's BRAVE. It's STRONG. It's true.

Crying is in no way at all a sign of weakness. Crying is our response to feeling. Crying lets you know that you are alive, that you're in touch, that there are things out there that can touch you. As a writer and philosopher(and you are), how could you want it any other way?