And I wonder why can’t I just shed my skin. It is in tatters anyway from all the pulling and stretching I had to do to feel like I fit in.
It feels foreign against my flesh and bones. It feels restrictive concealing everything I hold within.
This is not who I am.
I didn’t choose this.
I’m not home yet.
Not in this body.
A/N — Be You. That is the only thing that matters. ❤
All the love.
Credits to the artists.
I will tag them as soon as I find their artwork accounts.