I am me. Through and through. I am terrible at the art of being anything else and I am not sad about that. I don’t know where this confidence stems from. This almost selfish joy. But I have never had trouble with expression of self. Never truly known what it is to be red-cheeked and embarrassed. I am blessed that way. I know many struggle about self, fi…
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