Is it what we do? How we act? How we interact? How we talk to or about ourselves? How we talk to or about others? The choises we make - or don't make? What we show of ourselves? What others make us up to be? Our possessions or lack thereof? The smile we wear?
Or is it what we keep hidden that has the power? Our dirty laundry.
Our insecurities. Our shame. Our fear. Our secrets.
Is it the things we hope noone will find out about us, that prevent us from living the way we'd truly like? Is it the shame of past failure and/or mistakes that keeps us from trying again? Is it the fear of being exposed for what and who we truly are that makes us build walls around us?
What is it that defines us?
These insecurities? These fears? These secrets?
Or the fact that we let these things define us?
Love,
C
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