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MULTIPLE people in my life have told me they can “tell” I’m “self conscious” because I look at my feet when I walk and they say it like they want me to open up about some social insecurities, like I have some wall they’re about to break down and we’ll have a moment

And I tell them the same truth every single time:

As a kid we had two MASSIVE Holly trees in the backyard and my dad and my uncle, both well meaning but perhaps poor planners, said “yes a great place for a swing set is directly beneath those.”

So they built it there and the issue is that entire section of yard was a Minefield of dried Holly leaves with one final mission before they became dirt which was to Stab themselves into a child’s foot

And being that my siblings and I had some feral rage aversion to wearing shoes, we took to running to the swings on our tiptoes, staring at the ground for the leaves

And to this DAY I still look at the ground when I walk out of habit formed by a decade of that

I’m playing with my hair because I have ADHD and can’t stay still.

“I can tell you’re lying because you’re looking up and to the side.”

I’m looking up and to the side because I have ADHD and can’t hear you if I’m looking directly at you.

“I can tell…”

Me, when I see my reflection:

“Meet Sydney, a male umbrella cockatoo socializing with Vet Hospital Staff”

And I’ve never opened up I’ve never truly loved ‘till you put your arms around me

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