Purim Masks
Okay, listen up!!
I swear, if ONE MORE PERSON looks at you with that ‘awww, b’ezras Hashem by next year’* face, I will LAUNCH A HAMANTASCHEN AT THEM.
Like, oh wow, thank you, Chaya’le-with-seven-kids, I totally forgot I don’t have a baby yet—HOW SILLY OF ME. 🙃 Should I just relax? Should I “try davening harder?” Should I eat more segula carrots? WOW, I’M HEALED. A TRUE NES PURIM.
NO. ENOUGH. You do not have to smile and nod through this nonsense. You do not have to pretend these comments don’t sting. And you DEFINITELY don’t have to feel guilty for struggling when the whole world is yelling MISHENICHNAS ADAR, MARBIM B’SIMCHA like joy is some magical switch you can just turn on.
Here’s what’s real:
- You are ALLOWED to be sad on Purim.
- You are ALLOWED to feel ragey when people don’t get it.
- You are ALLOWED to leave the seudah early, or not go at all, or sit in the corner eating all the good hamantaschen while blocking out the chaos. THAT is your mitzvah of the day.
And let me be clear—you are not broken. You are not less-than. You are not a nebach story waiting for a happy ending. You are a QUEEN who is walking through something impossibly hard with more strength than half these people could ever imagine.
L’chaim to YOU, to your strength, to your heart, and to the fact that you are already enough, exactly as you are. 🫂🫂🫂