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I went to lunch with two friends and I listened as they spoke of the trauma they endured at the hands of men. It was the perfect time to speak my truth but I couldn’t. As they traded stories my heart hammered so loudly in my chest that I couldn’t speak over it. Instead I smiled, and reassured them of their own strength. I think that there is a part of me still feral. That same part of me sinks into the shadows. Still feels the shame. I’m very proud of these women I know and I’m honored to know them so intimately. I hope, one day, I can be so brave.

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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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