

Sometimes I’m scared to be real. But when I choose to be — it’s always beautiful.
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It’s easy to post a photo. To arch my back. To say the right words.
But sometimes the most intimate thing I can do… is just not pretend.
To say: I’m soft tonight. I don’t want to be strong.
To move slower. To not answer right away.
To let my voice be shaky. Or quiet. Or full.
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And every time I let that side of me out — the one that isn’t “ready” — someone always whispers: “I see you.”
That’s when I feel the most beautiful. Not perfect — just seen.
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Do you ever feel that too? Like the bravest thing… is just not hiding?
Tell me something you usually keep to yourself… I might surprise you with mine 🖤👀💬