isn't it beautiful when you start fitting in your own skin?
after years of being awkward, feeling out of step with yourself. Days of coming up with exactly the right thing to say, minutes too late. Feeling slow, uninteresting. Knowing you're wearing the wrong skin.
When you start noticing that little tic you have whenever you're angry and finding it cute. And hair that's as crazy as you feel inside makes you beam. Chipped nail paint is romantic because, damn, you have a kickass story to go with it. And words, your own words,
Oh fuck, words, they're so beautiful, that you're falling for them again and again.
Obsessing over doctor who and harry potter and cosplay and putting up display pictures that are so goddamn weird.
There's a million things about you that makes you flash that too wide, gummy smile that suddenly seems perfect and the way your shoulder curves is sexy.
You make you giggle with a lip bite.
And your skin is exactly right.
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