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I feel more exposed writing about my skin these past two days than I ever have strutting on stage naked.
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?
