And for the first time in a long time, she felt no need to share it with the world. The world could wait. She was busy listening to herself.
Her hand pressed flat against her chest. Beneath her palm, her heart thrummed—steady, defiant. She thought of all the voices that had tried to tell her what her body should want, how it should look, when it should be quiet. Tonight, she let them dissolve into the soft flicker of the flame. www.ifeelmyself
Later, she blew out the candle and lay in the dark, her body humming like a struck bell. She thought: This is mine. This, right here, is entirely mine. And for the first time in a long