The Face of Vulnerability

When many people hear the word "vulnerable," they picture someone frail, powerless, delicate, in need of care.

But there is another kind of vulnerability, one that shows up as extreme rationality, perfectionism, a commanding presence, and having every angle covered.

That kind of vulnerability is rarely noticed, yet it is one of the many faces vulnerability wears.


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There are people who, through relentless self-examination, shape themselves into something close to perfect.

They are independent, intelligent, capable, and remarkably good at regulating their own emotions.

But it is precisely this "too perfect" quality that makes their lives so tightly held in.


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When conflict comes, they usually let their vulnerability show only in front of the people closest to them.

And that vulnerability does not necessarily look soft, or like falling apart.

It may instead look like a powerful presence, quick words, clear logic, sharp responses.

Those seemingly forceful reactions are in fact a way of protecting oneself — another face of vulnerability.


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Yet most people find it hard to really see this vulnerability. Instead they hand out labels: "so competitive," "so capable."

Beneath those labels there is often an unseen loneliness, and a quiet sense of being wronged.

Where does such a state come from? From a habit built up over a long time: the habit of carrying everything alone, of being asked to be perfect, of constantly examining oneself, of never letting others worry, of relying only on oneself.

This strength and independence really can build a person's ability and achievement.

But at the same time it suppresses the vulnerability within, and the longing to be accepted and cared for.


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Vulnerability has many faces.

And real strength may not mean staying hard as a warrior at every moment, but being able to stay flexible like water in motion — able to meet the world with ease, without having to wear armour all the time.

When we speak of a "strong woman," we are really speaking of someone who has demanded a lot of herself for a long time, someone used to shouldering things alone. Inside all of that is still an ordinary person who longs to be seen, treated kindly, and cared for.

So when you meet a response that seems forceful and sharp-tongued, you can also see, underneath it, the vulnerability that put on armour in order to stay safe.

Writing this piece is really just writing to the part of myself that is used to being strong. When that vulnerability is fully accepted, seen, and allowed to flow, we can all live more freely — and we no longer have to be quite so strong.

And this surface strength is often more heartbreaking than frailty ever was.



(Written after leading an emotional aromatherapy workshop; this seeing simply flowed out on its own.)