No longer will I bend over and close my eyes when they try to see through me. No longer will I hide under the stairs when I should be opening the door. No longer will I make myself smaller, dumber, tougher than I really am. No longer will I take bows, no longer will I hang the laundry to dry in a dark basement, where nobody can see the stains that won’t come out.
My back is straight, my sky is blue and fuck you very much.
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