Why do movies always depict crying as such a delicate, lovely thing? Girls with cute, little tears rolling down their perfectly powdered cheeks. Women with flawless hair and absolutely no signs of bloodshot eyes or simultaneously stuffy and snotty noses. None of that talking that sounds more like wheezing – any attempted words coming out in short, huffy bursts between sobs. That stuff in the movies? – that's not crying. I don't even know what that is. But it's not crying.
And I'm here to tell you that the women in the movies are totally missing out. Crying is the best. Real crying, that is. None of that one-beautiful-tear-at-a-time crap.
So my secret is out. I'm a crier. And I used to fight it. I used to think crying was weak and pointless and something to be ashamed of. I used to think tears meant you had run out of options and there, at the end of your rope, was the ultimate act of desperation – a good cry.
How wrong I was. SO wrong. Crying is, well, wonderful. It can truly accompany almost any emotion. Some of my most vivid and precious memories in life involved a tear or two – and usually more. I can't believe I'm about to quote Steel Magnolias, but if my high school drama days serve me correctly, it was Truvy who said, "Laughter through tears is my favorite emotion." Exactly! I LOVE that feeling. Laughing so hard you can't breathe and any words that squeak out are in a voice three octaves above normal and are completely incoherent. And there are tears. And it's such a genuinely happy feeling. And you don't really want it to end. Yeah. Like that.
And as much as I love words, I know that words can't always get the job done. Sometimes laughter does a better job. Sometimes hugs do a better job. And sometimes, when words simply aren't enough, a good old fashioned cry can be just perfect.