The way I talk to myself…when I tell myself that I am less than because of what I see and hear.
The way I let myself down when I choose to go against what I feel.
Echoes of chaos and silence, in the little things I tell myself when I compare myself to others, when I have to listen to other people’s perception of me, in a world of opinions, every day is a struggle to silence the noise.
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