Published: August 4, 2025 at 7:41:36 AM
Dear Diary,
I like the way it feels when there’s writing on my skin. Like I don’t have to explain myself. The marker can say everything I won’t. Sometimes I stare at them in the mirror and wonder if they were always there, just waiting to be uncovered.
There’s something strangely comforting about it.
Like being reduced makes things clearer. Simpler. When I see the marks, I don’t have to think about what I’m supposed to be, or pretend I’m something I’m not. The labels do the thinking for me.
Sometimes I feel like I was meant to be written on. Maybe I was never meant to be blank. Because the moment I stopped trying to be more is the moment I finally made more sense.
It is so wonderful to have something to belong to.