Exposed

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?

“To be nobody but yourself in a world that is doing its best to make you just like everybody else means to fight the greatest battle there is to fight and to never stop fighting.” — E. E. Cummings

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