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Sometimes I hate that my hands shake when I do hard things– say hard things.

I understand it’s because I am inherently soft.

Maybe, sometimes, I regret the softness? Not so much regret?

Am annoyed by it’s constant hovering.

Having said this, I am reminded that I am the soft girl, who does the hard things, even while her hands are shaking.

That is more than enough for me.

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Leona View All →

30-something Mississippi queer. Bleeding heart with a soft spot for honesty and oversharing. Conquering corporate America and my own insecurities– one day at a time.

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