Like I'll never be good enough.
That I'll never look good enough.
In my own home I am the happiest because
I don't have the "norms" being shoved down my throat.
In my own home I choose what surrounds me.
In my own home I believe I am truly beautiful,
and gorgeous,
and everything someone deserves to feel.
And then I step out of my door and every last bit
of confidence is fucking stripped from me.
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