Another beautiful piece from my sister, Emma.

The realisation of oneself is, for so many of us, exactly as you say, the breaking of a storm.

I have found a settling into my self, a desistance from the fight against myself for society’s sake. I’m at ease and I’m not accustomed to it.

But it couldn’t be more right.

This is who we always were. And yes it is sad that we grew up in circumstances that help blind us to the beauty inside.

The consolation? Better late than never. I know you’ll agree.

Much love, many hugs


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