I never see the other side of the story. All the success and happiness they show me are the same. I've never experienced different prides or love. I've never been taught to respect myself. I never feel it, but I pretend the hole has been fixed. But how could...
I'm a patchwork. I'm strict with myself but act like I deeply believe that rest is essential and makes things better and that diversity brings true progress. I don't want to be like the people who raised and who taught me in my teens. I don't believe we are in that kind of world, but I do hope. I want to make changes, so I support people and try hard to encourage them to care more about themselves and tell them it's okay. But I'm struggling with this paradox myself. I'm in pain.
