Truth

According to my astrology chart, I am a Leo sun rising.

I am not entirely sure what that means but they say it means that I am supposed

to be as bright as the sun and loud with my presence that somehow

I would be the most revered of the signs.

But honestly, I tend to hide like the moon behind the boldness of noon.

I don’t like interactions.

I dread supermarkets because maybe someone will

stare too long and observe my awkwardness.

I trip over my own shoes, I laugh at my own jokes, and I have

such powerful body dysmorphia you would think I was fake.

Yet when the wind hits my skin on the beach isolated from eyes that

judge, I feel like shedding this body for that of a fish so I could swim and swim.

I stutter when I’m nervous, and the arch in my shoulders is from insecurities but...

when I love, I give in.

I cry during all rom-coms and can’t get through a Grey’s episode without a single tear.

I don’t drink coffee but I will get high off of fantasy.

And when I love, it’s like skydiving seems more rationale because

I fall into arms like ropes of eternity.