The Anthology
From the very beginning, I was taught to see myself as unworthy
From the very beginning, I was taught to see myself as unworthy— Unworthy of life. Unworthy of love. Unworthy of the things I loved. Even in moments of triumph, I became my own executioner. I would dismantle my victories, piece by piece, because some part of me believed I hadn’t…
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