How I Stopped Hiding Myself for Love and Approval
TRIGGER WARNING: This post includes a brief mention of childhood physical abuse and may be triggering to some readers.
“The person who tries to keep everyone happy often ends up feeling the loneliest.” ~Unknown
It’s Christmas morning. I’m seven years old. I sit on the hardwood floor with my sisters, in my nightgown surrounded by crumpled wrapping paper. I grab the next present to open. I tear off the paper. It’s a ballerina costume with a pink leotard, tutu, and pale pink tights.
As soon as I thank my adoptive parents, I leave the room with my new gift, keeping …
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