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geminigirlMy apartment is quiet and mostly dark. Even the cats are sleeping quietly, purring their sleepy purrs, but nearby, and reminding me that I need to sleep soon too.
I was driving today, and the sun was streaming through my car windows, striking my hair in such a way that makes me remember that I like my hair. That even on bad self-image days, I can remember that feeling.
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aquariumgirl and I laughed a lot. It was beautiful. I was filled with a glowing feeling.
But what I'm really getting at here is this:
In the last few weeks some of you have said incredible things to me. Said things to me about me. Things that make me bite my lip, or blush, or just mutter, tongue tied where I've not been able to manage even a "thank you" sometimes.
Thank you for saying them. And for tolerating my not knowing how to respond.
I was driving today, and the sun was streaming through my car windows, striking my hair in such a way that makes me remember that I like my hair. That even on bad self-image days, I can remember that feeling.
Tonight,
aquariumgirl and I laughed a lot. It was beautiful. I was filled with a glowing feeling. But what I'm really getting at here is this:
In the last few weeks some of you have said incredible things to me. Said things to me about me. Things that make me bite my lip, or blush, or just mutter, tongue tied where I've not been able to manage even a "thank you" sometimes.
Thank you for saying them. And for tolerating my not knowing how to respond.
