Glaring insecurities. Hearing that made me cry. Not because I have anger towards something assuming to know my inner being but because it was refreshing to know that someone can see behind the shell I place around me. Yes. I do have insecurities. Everyone does. Glaring? Perhaps to some.
But I do appreciate the people in my life that think differently than I do and share with me their train of thoughts so I can learn. Learn about myself. About the people around me. Learn about viewing and living life on several different planes.
Thank you to those who do just that.
BTW: Picture above is of my never-to-be tattoo because my angel of a twin sister won't be marking up her porcelain skin with ink. Who's in favor of forcing this one upon her? I have several extra shoelaces and some Robitussin with codeine that could be good for a quality kidnapping-a-la-force-able-tattooing.
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