🌨️ Will I fit in?

 🌨️ What if they think what I do is weird?

🌨️ Am I taking up too much space?

 🌨️ Is it really okay if I come along?

Then, I felt it. That deep, familiar wound of being left out.

The hurt little girl inside me whispered:

"See? You don’t belong."

"Girls can be mean."

"You knew this would happen."

The awkward silence. The sting of feeling unseen. The ache of old betrayals. Tune in to hear more of the details