A few weeks ago, I wrote about being more confident, about my journey of learning to stand up for myself; of removing my masks to be wholly accepted as who I am, not what others perceive me to be. The irony is since then, I have felt my words, my convictions tested, pushed to their limits in an incubator of trial. It’s as if some force is questioning me, saying, “Oh, really? You’re growing confident now? Let’s see about that.” And BAM! The crap hit the proverbial fan. I experienced extreme ...
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