"Princess,
where do you get your bravery?"
I respond, without thought,
"with practice."
How many times have I gotten in front of strangers with my soul in one hand and a heart gently screaming in the other? I don't keep count anymore. On the days when I am most vulnerable, the number scares me. It is like giving your body to a lover who doesn't know your name. They end up knowing your story. Parts of it at least. They figure out why you stand a certain way. Or why you talk like this. Or why you are so distant. Most days I've grown accustomed to giving myself away. There are the benefits. I am becoming best friends with strength. Practice.
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