Hello you,
It sounds bad, but I was never that good at telling the truth.
Not that I’m out here pathologically lying or anything. I have neither the memory or the desire for that nonsense. It’s more that I had a talent for telling people what they wanted to hear.
I’d shape and sculpt my words so that relationships would run smoothly, to avoid the discomfort of conflict. I was so good at it that I forgot how to tell myself the truth. All that sculpting carved me away in the process.
It took a lot of practice to learn to unlearn that habit of abandoning myself for the sake of comfort. The more I learned to be in my body, the clearer the truth came. The more I connected to the whole of me, the easier it became to share that honestly.
And so to today’s zine! You can also find a link to the pdf version here.
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