02/21/2026
I was born naked, yet I am shamed for wanting to be now.
I cried at birth, yet later I was taught to hide my emotions.
I loved myself—until society made me feel unlovable.
I yearned for love, until I realized it was self-love I needed.
Who am I, you ask?
I am you.
Bound and enslaved by the shame and judgments of society.
Tired of being told what I can’t do, or who I can’t be.
Crying out for the freedom and safety I last experienced as a child.
Wanting to be loved, yet afraid to trust so much of the love that is given.
Broken.
Suffering.
And yet, at the same time—healing. Living. Learning.
And most importantly… learning to love myself.
Are we not the same?
Is there a reason we chose judgment over love?
Do you see me…
Or do you perceive me through your own fears and trauma?
