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When I Was At Home, I Felt Loved And Safe. My Sisters Were Always A Safe Haven For Me. I Knew They Would Always Play With Me And Make Me Feel Like I Was One Of Them.

You Can't Expect Everyone To Love You. I'm Not Someone Who Just Wants To Throw Out Hate, Just Because.

I Would Surrender My Being To See You Whole Once More.

I Can't Work Out And *not* Be Watching Or Listening To Music Or Something. I Also Journal A Lot. I Think Writing Is Super Therapeutic. And Then, Hanging With My Nieces And Nephews. Just Like Baking Or Doing Silly Stuff Like Jumping On A Trampoline, Doing Fun Things With Them, Pretending I'm Five With Them, That Makes My Day.

My Father Raised Us Like … We Were Not Allowed To See People In Any Sort Of Colors, But Also We Were Not Allowed To Call People Fat. If Ever We Were To Say, ‘oh That Fat Person, Or This Person,’ He Would Make Us Put A Bar Of Soap In Our Mouth And Count To 10. We Weren’t Allowed To Look At People Like That.