ok with being seen

A few months ago, for the first time in my memory, I was ok with being seen. I was ok with taking up space and have a presence in a conversation. It's strange how something so basic would be a hill to climb. But here's a picture of me, wet hair, with my skins cells carrying 27 years of gravity and 2 years of rattling via NYC’S MTA and the bay area's BART. If you're reading this, know you're an amazing person who through example has taught me so much. I hope to be less driven by fear and no longer a fly on the wall. If you're battling behaviors/habits/thoughts, let me know and maybe we can be guard rails for one another. Love ya, Mark

PS: post inspired by sight intoxication but also venusxgg's life hack of telling yourself you're beautiful every morning. WIP