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To socially anxious Black women. You deserve to have a voice, to share your story, to experience unconditional love, to be unapologetically you.
Love her for this😇
Being visibly anxious gave people my deepest secret (my desire and failure to be perfect) on a silver platter without me having to say a word.
Putting how I feel on a daily basis into words *chefs kiss*
Think about what you’re trying to share. Where do you want to be when the conversation is over?”
No one’s focused on you. You’re a side character in their story.
I say this to myself AT LEAST 4x a day
"I don't put one hundred percent into anything," Lincoln said. "I don't believe I ever could. I don't feel like it'd be enough. And if I did try… I'd finally have tangible proof whatever I do will never quite work out."
"You can't rush this, Lincoln," Sam said, tone clipped and annoyed. "You can't talk your way out of it. You can't cram all the work in the night before. This is your problem. You think once you decide something, the stars will align. That's never how life worked. Grow up."
Not Sam coming at me too
