writer of love, all kinds.
I’ve been running away from who I am since I discovered who that was. I didn’t like an inch of the skin on my bones, didn’t respect a single thought that I produced. For so long, I faked a confidence so well-crafted, I started to believe in it too. But now, I have real confidence. I smile when I look in mirrors, and I don’t … Continue reading writer of love, all kinds.