Each word is a delicate layer of my mask being lifted. The more I write, the brighter the bulb.
Stripping was an amazing ride, but having the normal life I was longing for years outweighs it all. I am finally leveled in the balance of self-acceptance and it feels amazing.
How about you? Any regrets...reliefs? Do you have any parts of a mask you want to shed or have left behind?
“To be nobody but yourself in a world that is doing its best to make you just like everybody else means to fight the greatest battle there is to fight and to never stop fighting.” — E. E. Cummings