the whole truth

I read a story written
by a woman who decided to
tell the whole truth.
I thought I was an
over-sharer, but this
put me to shame.
It made me admire her --
in my eyes she was brave, and
beautiful, and important.

But then, I am a stranger.

I wonder what it feels like to
read the whole truth about
someone that you see at Sunday
dinner or sit next to at
an AYSO game.
I wonder what it feels like
to tell the whole truth, not to strangers
but to your people.
I wonder if she dressed it up
the way we all do.
It came off as unadorned,
but maybe she's just that good.