#radical acceptance babyyy

[fanby-fckry]

Well, now I’m thinking about how my sense of self is just… vastly, thoroughly strange compared to what I’ve been taught a “self” is.

“Just be yourself”

Which one?

Every mask is a face. It’s me, it’s all me, all the way down. And yet at the same time, “me” is a vague, shifting construct that can be toppled with a slight breeze. I am an amalgamation of my trauma and my joy and every healing wound combined into something that almost resembles a person. I am a monument to my sins. I’m not the same person I was when I woke up this morning. I don’t recognize myself in the mirror. I will be a million different versions of myself before I die, but I’ll never settle on just one.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.