Being weird
Hush Beneath the Sky
When somewhere public becomes somewhere quiet
Being weird
When somewhere public becomes somewhere quiet
reflective essay
What would you rather: to be weird or to be normal? For me, normal meant quieting my voice, dulling my light, folding myself smaller. Weird was humour, resilience, and carrying my own spark through darkness. I refused to lose the strangeness that made me feel comfortable in my own skin.