Ok, I've had this post bubbling around in my head for a little bit, and I've already said parts of it in comments to other people. But here's the post. It's brainworms. It's imposter syndrome and nervousness and perfectionism. It's she wouldn't ever speak to me, I'm not good enough to even be noticed. It's am I trans enough, am I pretty enough, will I ever pass (do I want to pass). It's comparisons.
Brainworms. Brainworms feed on comparisons, and they feed on telling us that we'll never be as [whatever] as the next person (who clearly has her shit together and is a knockout, too). They love that stuff, and they eat it up and give us nightmares.
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