Do not stop.
Do not stop at my body, the undershirt that easily descends and wide trousers, to the right point.
Do not stop at my long, soft hair. Do not stop at my beautiful face and my perfect smile. If you see me so confident in the street it's because I've learned to grit my teeth and suffer in silence.
I tried to protect myself from my fears and insecurities. I shouted over the judgments of others.
I struggled to be happy despite everything.
