So this is my take on finding a happy medium to n's two part post. Which, by the way, you should check out. It's awesome.
Sometimes, her smiles are more than just to obscure her anguish. Sometimes, she knows that her tears are nothing to be ashamed of. They may not be a sign of weakness, or even strength. Standing in the shower, saltly rivulets flowing down her face, she revels in the feeling of simply being. She is alive.
“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love.” - Washington Ivring.