In my skin

There is history here. Blah, blah, blah. We all have our story of insecurity.
Over the past few months I have been ecstatic to learn that with healing comes being comfortable with who I am. In my own skin as it were.
As I become more at ease just being me I see the discomfort of others more easily. Not in a judgmental way, in an, "Oh my! I was not the only one!" kind of way.
In dealing with a difficult situation the other day I reacted to something someone said to me with hurt and anger. I felt unjustly accused and judged. This person questioned my trustworthiness and my dependability.
Over the next few days as i processed how i was feeling, and the facts of the situation, I began to realize something. Even though the situation did not warrant these accusations... they were true nonetheless.
As I fall into the trap of gossip at historical levels - I am not trustworthy.
The fact that I am human - makes me not dependable.
Not things I am proud of, but, I'm ok with it. Because I am ok with me.
I feel like the person acted according to a sense that these things were true. Not true in the situation at hand, but true in general.
I've dug and dug at roots. I have been open and honest and humiliated by what I found.
Now... I am at peace with what's inside.
Healed. Whole. Humble. Fallible. And doing the best I can.