What's Your Secret?

So there's this movement called PostSecret. People write their deepest, darkest secrets on postcards and mail them in to the PostSecret headquarters, and then they are photographed and put onto the PostSecret website as well as inside books. I am a huge fan of this movement. There's something about reading other people's secrets that makes me feel...scandalous, like I'm reading something I shouldn't be. Probably a little immature, but nevertheless, true. Anyway, I have one of the PostSecret books and I was reading through it earlier, which inspired me to make this post. Here are some of my favorite secrets:



"My butt sweats when I get nervous."

"When you were in the ICU, I took your picture.
I wanted you to see what you looked like, so that you might go into rehab.
I never showed you the pictures, you never went to rehab, and I never forgave myself.
I am so sorry."

"I lick the inside of microwave popcorn bags."

"I'm a cheerleader, but secretly I deal drugs."

"I drool. A lot."



"In elementary school, I started lying and telling everybody that I was allergic to peanuts. This is my first peanut butter cup in years. I had to eat in my car so my fiance wouldn't see. He thinks I'm allergic to them too."

"Sometimes I wish I didn't believe...so I could stop feeling like I am just disappointing Him."

"We haven't spoken since that night. It was an accident. I swear!"

"I wish I had not tried to grow up so fast. I feel like I missed some important parts of young adulthood.
He left me anyway."

"I miss you and I love you,
but I don't know who you are.
YET."