I came home from a high school dance one night and discovered I was alone in my house. Oh joy. There was nothing I loved more. Those were times I could crank up the music and dance, or try on clothes to create wild outfits…to try on different aspects of myself.
I could write in my journal in the living room without my stupid brother yanking it from me or my mom suddenly recalling a chore that had to be done right at that moment. It was a time of being me without judgment or remodeling.
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