Fitting In

He tells me that I need have thicker skin to protect me from the venom dripping from their tongues.

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.

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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. 

Chesta


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Credits to the artists.

I will tag them as soon as I find their artwork accounts.

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