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<blockquote style="position: relative; padding-left: 55px;"><section><a href="https://wandering.shop/users/vapaad/statuses/113670255331897555">winter storm advisory abby (vapaad@wandering.shop)'s status on Saturday, 28-Dec-2024 06:09:41 JST</a><a href="https://wandering.shop/@vapaad" title="vapaad@wandering.shop"><img src="https://gnusocial.jp/avatar/44687-48-20250119060850.webp" width="48" height="48" alt="winter storm advisory abby" style="position: absolute; left: 0; top: 0;">winter storm advisory abby</a></section><article><p>Poem by Jennifer Espinoza that really hit me right in the chest today.</p></article><footer><a rel="bookmark" href="https://gnusocial.jp/conversation/4266644#notice-8338751">In conversation</a><time datetime="2024-12-28T06:09:41+09:00" title="Saturday, 28-Dec-2024 06:09:41 JST">about a month ago</time> <span>from <span><a href="https://wandering.shop/@vapaad/113670255331897555" rel="external" title="Sent from wandering.shop via ActivityPub">wandering.shop</a></span></span><a href="https://wandering.shop/@vapaad/113670255331897555">permalink</a><h4>Attachments</h4><ol><li><label><a rel="external" href="https://gnusocial.jp/attachment/3788827">THINGS THAT MAKE ME FEEL EMBARRASSEDSpeaking, walking through any crowded room or open
space, asking for help, having a body, complaining abouthaving a body, not understanding big grad school words,
understanding big grad school words, catching my reflectionin a mirror, listening to the thoughts in my head, considering
any moment in my past, even one second ago when I waswondering what to say here, and questioning, questioning,
always questioning myself, my intent, is this push towardshealing selfish, am I a selfish person for wanting the tiny
drops of comfort that form on the sphere of glass I keeparound my innermost self, is it a crime to be this sensitive,
should I be leaving the house more, oh no, now I’m sad,is it wrong to feel sad, where is my labor going, oh no,
I didn’t answer that text, didn’t respond to those emails,was too busy dying, convinced I was dying, whatever,
the other day a stranger caught me standing out beneaththe sun and smiling with my eyes shut at the warm
breath of wind upon my face and oh god I was soembarrassed I erased the moment, dropped the
catharsis, abandoned my relief for the pigeonsand flies to feast upon with love.</a></label><br><a href="https://stockroom.wandering.shop/media_attachments/files/113/670/249/553/809/262/original/d96a709026d44268.jpg" rel="external">https://stockroom.wandering.shop/media_attachments/files/113/670/249/553/809/262/original/d96a709026d44268.jpg</a></li></ol></footer></blockquote>

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1. THINGS THAT MAKE ME FEEL EMBARRASSED Speaking, walking through any crowded room or open space, asking for help, having a body, complaining about having a body, not understanding big grad school words, understanding big grad school words, catching my reflection in a mirror, listening to the thoughts in my head, considering any moment in my past, even one second ago when I was wondering what to say here, and questioning, questioning, always questioning myself, my intent, is this push towards healing selfish, am I a selfish person for wanting the tiny drops of comfort that form on the sphere of glass I keep around my innermost self, is it a crime to be this sensitive, should I be leaving the house more, oh no, now I’m sad, is it wrong to feel sad, where is my labor going, oh no, I didn’t answer that text, didn’t respond to those emails, was too busy dying, convinced I was dying, whatever, the other day a stranger caught me standing out beneath the sun and smiling with my eyes shut at the warm breath of wind upon my face and oh god I was so embarrassed I erased the moment, dropped the catharsis, abandoned my relief for the pigeons and flies to feast upon with love.
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