The formed version is so functional it becomes its own camouflage. You're not visibly missing — you just learn to stand in the light at the right angle so nobody notices the parts that never came back.
"You're not broken. You're unmet." That one landed somewhere specific. Currently letting that one sit deep.
Being raised feels like someone sat beside your soul while it was still learning its own name. This sounds so.. warm? Unsure what the right word is but going through the inner child/re-parenting myself and it is a great visual Thank you
The formed version is so functional it becomes its own camouflage. You're not visibly missing — you just learn to stand in the light at the right angle so nobody notices the parts that never came back.
"You're not broken. You're unmet." That one landed somewhere specific. Currently letting that one sit deep.
Being raised feels like someone sat beside your soul while it was still learning its own name. This sounds so.. warm? Unsure what the right word is but going through the inner child/re-parenting myself and it is a great visual Thank you
This hit very close to home, ironically.
This one hit right to the core.
Deep. Being raised vs being formed. I used to write as *The Thinker.*. This is definitely a #Think piece. Thank you.
This is a lovely piece. Keep writing.