“My greatest fear has already happened to me. It’s been happening to me for fifty weeks. My fear is being seen, truly seen, for who I am. For a long time, I believed that I was a square peg in a world full of round holes, and that something inside me was fundamentally damaged somehow. I believed that I was not built to love or be loved, and I was afraid that if anyone saw me—like, really saw me—they would realize I was broken.
