I don’t know what it’s like to know exactly who you are.
I don’t know what it’s like to look in the mirror, day and after day, and see no flaws.
Better yet, I don’t even know what it’s like to see flaws and accept them because you know you’re only human.
I don’t know what it’s like to wake up in the morning excited about the day ahead.
I don’t know what it’s like to see something new, different, and feel this overwhelming sensation that equates to holding your hand over a flame, knowing that, that thing you’re witnessing is what you want to do with the rest of your life.
I don’t know what it’s like to have a passion for something so strong that any negative thought or painful doubt you have about it is insignificant.
I don’t know what it’s like to be 100% authentically you.
I don’t know what it’s like to enter a room full of people and be nothing but calm.
I don’t know what it’s like to love yourself.
I don’t know what it’s like to feel someone touch you for the first time and get that wave of excitement, because all I feel is fear.
Just the thought of a simple hand holding gesture making me wince some days.
I don’t know what it’s like to be untouched and beautiful
I don’t know…a lot…of things.
I don’t know a lot of things that IÂ should know,
that I want to know,
and I don’t know that I ever will.